With a deep breath I reached to the briefcase again, praying under my breath that the next trick would be the "magic moment" Monica had assured me it ...would be. The shimmering silver hair clasp looked ungainly in my hand, holding it there with my gaze on it I wasn't overly sure where one went next, probably the Police station I concluded. With a resigned to my fate shrug I carefully lifted the ringlets and tumbling curls to sit on top of my head then clipped the clasp into position.It seemed to. Her hand stole to the joining of her legs. It had done that three times before, and she'd always jerked it back, ashamed that she wanted to pervert herself. At last, though, she couldn't stand it any more. With a groan of mingled frustration, satisfaction and shame, she pulled her night dress up and splayed her legs open. She was already slippery and wet.The other two women in Milleson house lay in their beds too, their eyes wide open and staring at the unseen ceiling. Meg pinched her nipples,. She displayed the same emotion that she would have shown if she were taking something from a vending machine.Suddenly all of the resentment Ruthie felt towards the rich hit her full force. At that moment she was holding a coffee pot full of hot water. The urge to flip up the lid and throw scalding water into the customer's face was overwhelming. She actually did flip up the lid. Her hands began shaking, so much so that boiled water began spilling out of the pot. She felt a sharp pain on her. " I didn't want to lie to them, but what is worse lying to them or tellingthem?" I asked."Hummm, that's a tough choice. I guess you two could easily act as ifnothing is different, but if they happen to find out later," Amy saidleaving that last part hanging."Yeah, I know. I guess there is really only one choice," I sighed andAlice just put her hand on mine."Why don't you go back with me?" Amy asked. "Well stop by and if thingsgo as suspected well you can stay at my place and I'll drive you back.