It was ajar, and I quickly realized that she couldn't hear me knocking, no matter how forcefully I did so. I walked in. Though I don't like doing so m...st of the time, I didn't feel I had a choice in this situation. My head was killing me. I could smell the weed and I was out, so I was hoping, at least, she would let me take a hit or two.She looked up a bit startled, surely thinking that our mother had arrived home and had walked in on her smoking. She was slouched in bed, wearing a tight white. ”“Jessica, darling,” Justine put her hand on Jessie’s arm. “Don’t pry, hon. You have a lifetime to share your pasts with each other.”“It’s fine, Justine. She’s going to want to know what I do, where I’ve been, what I’ve done, and where I did it, at some point. She might as well know now. After Friday, it will be too late and she will be in the clutches of a MADMAN, MWAHAHAHA!” I raised my hands in monster like fashion, grabbed her shoulders as she squealed, getting her mother to laugh openly. Moriah twitched and moaned in her sleep, her body begging her not to get up. James shook Moriah awake after waiting five minutes. “Honey, it’s time to get up. Today’s the big day, and you are going to be late if you wait any longer.” Moriah growled and lifted her head up to see the neon green numbers on the clock that read 7:05AM. “Do I have to get up?” Moriah complained, dark circles still under her eyes from lack of sleep. James laughed and shook his head ‘yes’. The morning sun shone across. She took me by the handand guided me through the door into Claudia's Boutique. A fine scent ofquality perfume enveloped me as I walked through that door. Everywherewere hung and displayed the most beautiful bras and panties and corsetsI had ever seen. I covered my chest, not wanting to be embarrassed by mymeager cotton number. My eyes were wide and my mouth hung open. Not agood first impression, I am sure, as Mother introduced me to Claudiaherself."Claudia, this is my daughter, Wendy. She is.