Guthrie and Mrs. James's weddings.My and Karen's mothers said that we were to share our bed withChristine, Patricia and Jessica. Karen and I had a hug... bed in the roomwe shared. We both felt like princesses in our pink and white lacecurtain trimmed four poster bed.Carolyn and Edwina our lovely maids were to take Karen and I to town soI could buy Christmas presents. The others had all done their Christmasshopping.Carolyn and Edwina got us ready to go out. We loved the maidspampering. Everything. "Now put on your t-shit, my little whore, as tonight's winner and go andmake me some money."Over the course of the next week I performed for free each night becauseI wanted him to keep me on but Paula did not come with me as she was"considering her options" and I had managed to "win" the wet t-shirttreatment for the whole week. At the end of the week I had a cold andthe owner said he could afford to pay me some sick pay whilst I got welland to take a week off and he gave me some money. I got the impression that if we picked you, they would be happy to shut up and let you fix the problem. You want to explain that?”“Who’d you talk to? The Staties or the Feds?”, I asked.“The State Patrol, but the woman I spoke to said you had a good reputation with the FBI as well.”I nodded. “I’ve worked with both the Georgia State Patrol and the FBI for years. I’ve been a guest lecturer and instructor in both the Georgia police academy system and occasionally with the Bureau. I’ve even done. She leaned forward into the mirror and flicked at something on her right cheek. Maybe a blemish? Not on my Sweet Sister. Not enough to notice, anyway.She shrugged her shoulders and the blouse slid down her arms. She raised her left elbow and slid her arm out of the blouse, pointing her bra-clad breast toward the camera, the lace wrinkling with her gyrations. She dropped the blouse off her right arm and tossed it into the corner. Without bending over she pushed the heel of her right shoe off.