.. a housecoat of some kind?" His voice sounded a bit odd."No, silly," she giggled. "I said in my bedroom, not out at the breakfast table with the fam...ly. That's the only place I wear things like a robe or housecoat." But you were cold," he said. "You just now put something else on to keep warm, you said. What was that?" Oh, I just tossed one of my nighties over my shoulders," she said. "I'm sitting on my bed so there was one handy." A... a nighty? That's all you put on?" he asked, excitement. He most needed a horse wrangler, but there were positions available in the guard troops and as a farm hand. Sam jumped at the horse wrangler job, but admitted that he had little experience. Bill told him not to worry; they would teach him what he needed to know. Sam gratefully accepted the job and was told that he could find a place in the bunk house; supper would be served in 40 minutes.About this time, that beautiful woman "happened" to walk up and Bill introduced Sam to Ann. Bill couldn't. Jacobs asked."Very!" Jim, do you know who we are?" Not really, sir. Your name seems familiar, and I think I've seen Brandiin magazines or something."He told me he financed movies. Vanessa was a former actress. He gotinto the movie business with money from his family which owned a largeinvestment firm in New York. Brandi was one of the "it" girls aroundtown, constantly being photographed at clubs and openings and such."So, Jim, Hollywood and old money...two entities very concerned with. Susie was enjoying her brother in laws predicament, and encouraged me to spank him harder and harder, which I did. It was time for the hairbrush. I was glad I changed to this from the slipper. It makes a lovely slapping sound and really hurts Peter. “Pass me the hairbrush Peter.” He was decidedly unhappy. I think the embarrassment was worse than the spanking. Still, I will try to change that now. I was still very annoyed over the car. I have already.