Carl was doing hishomework on the floor in the living room while his stepmother sat in thechair watching TV and reading a fashion magazine. Mrs. Monet...was dressedin a black skirt, white blouse and sheer nude color pantyhose withstiletto heels.Her attractive legs had always caught Carl's eye and she was aware ofhis fetish. She seductively began dangling her high heel from our nylon-clad toes and finally dropped the shoe on the floor.Mrs. Monet said, "Carl would you be a dear and pick up my shoe. I opened that account and saw three other welcome aboard/we need to talk messages. Then there was one from columbiapictures.net. I felt a gulf open below me as I clicked on the line.It was as bad as it could be. Whoever Ivan Nevsky was, he obviously thought I was someone important. Of course, a signature reading "Sheila R. Schwartz-Richards, Vice President" might have something to do with that. I asked Sean. He said that Mr. Nevsky is why they rushed my division's formation. He was Columbia. "I've always blamed myself for the death of poor Charles St John."That came as a surprise to me as I knew he had only been the referee at the duel, but when he started to give his reasons for his words my blood ran cold."Charles St John, Silas Maddox, Jarvis Braxton-Clark and I were all sodomites!" He said this so matter of fact that at first I thought I had misheard."Oh, Charles and I were not lovers, although Maddox and Braxton-Clark were, and probably still are. No, both Charles and I tried,. Remember the rules and be careful out there. Oh, say, do you know who Eddie Haskell is, my grandmother said John reminded her of him. Anyway, I'll see you around Glenda, come back and go swimming sometime if you want to." Anya turned to go, she heard Glenda's thoughts clear as a bell.'I wish I had taken that blonde up on her invitation to meet her at the mall,' Glenda thought bitterly to herself."Glenda, believe me, you did not want to go to the mall. You got off light compared to what the old.