"Is everything OK?" I asked."Shut up, bitch." His words were aggressive, but his voice was calm and controlled. "You're not here to talk, are you?" No... sir." I replied."What are you here for, then?"I hesitated, never having actually said the words out loud before. Just then I heard voices outside the door, two women talking as they walked past and down the hall. I suddenly remembered where we were and I felt a jolt of excitement run down my spine and into my cock."I asked you a question. Why. He started in shipping, and was one of the first to hear about the gold strike at Sutter's Mill.Maureen continued to run the business after her husband died. She never remarried, and never went back east, "having become accustomed to the weather," as she said it. When she had lofted that horse apple at Phillip, back in Denver, she'd left behind a younger brother with her parents. That brother had eventually ended up in Missouri, where she kept track of him. He was moderately successful, but not. ’“Honey, you wouldn’t happen to be Miss Sierra Pickering now, would you?”“No, well, yeah, maybe, but at school I’m registered as Sierra Mackenzie. My passport says Sierra Mackenzie-Pickering and that’s not what I want to be known as right now. Even better, would be just Sierra Pickering, but I dunno if that’s even possible.”“Changing names is just a legal procedure, but you probably don’t want to do that when you are upset, it might have ramifications that you are not aware of. So where are you. But first, Mrs. Dixon, can you measure me as well?"Mrs. Dixon measured Diane, and then frowned as she checked her records. "That's unusual, Madame Strong. Indeed, your measurements and proportions seem to have changed, and unfortunately I do not have any in stock that will fit you. It will take me several days."Diane pouted, but agreed to come back. "Well, thank you, Mrs. Dixon. I would like two, one in white and one in pink. And please just put that one for Miss Jones to my account." What was.