Part 5 will be Fat Bob, Pork for Pork.-----Bonnie arrived at the address right on time. She was wearing a patterned sundress and sandals. She didn't...have a bra on and her breast bounced jauntily in the warm day. She wasn't wearing panties either. She had lost so many pairs over the past couple of days that it didn't seem worth it to keep them on. She had her wrench in her purse. She was beginning to think of it as her wrench now. Although she had been allowed to take it out she felt. What a complete idiot!"Helena arrived and took me into what looked suspiciously like a sound proofed private room.Now, a word about Helena. Helena is in her mid-twenties, blond, petite, cute as a button, a wonderful smile, with a good sense of humor (boy, do you need one in that job) and a great deal of empathy.I wasn't sure how I felt about having a nice young woman like Helena doing this wax job. When she asked me to take off my shirt, I was afraid that she might faint from the mere sight of. Adrienne didn't like Rachel much, they'dnever really bonded, having zero in common. Any attempt to talk aboutmen with her left her feeling like Rachel was just humouring her. Dianeshe didn't talk to at all, Adrienne felt like trans women intimidatedthe hell out of the poor girl. Still, it was promising to be a goodnight, and there was no sense in letting petty shit spoil it.She got the next round of drinks in and felt the first blushing thrillof the ecstasy, dancing to the table, singing: "Come. Is that right, Ms. Swain?"She nodded."The big guy at the head of the table, trying to look like a civilian, is Police Detective Sergeant Michael Kelly -- I hope I'm getting this right -- while the young woman next to my mom is Detective Maria Sanchez. I believe you know the rest of us."Now, you were about to say, Ms. Graham?"Martha G. frowned, totally thrown off her stride.Gosh, I thought, how did that happen?"We've -- uh -- got a problem with -- uhm -- The Program Coordinator, Mr. Worthington,.