Gillard."She gave a warming smile finally and nodded her head."You will do fine here Jessica, don't worry. Keep up your studies, keep up your work on ...our voice, and Wellingston will turn you into a star."I smiled at her, and turned to greet the house mother. She was a plump woman, with a cheerful face, and her eyes beamed as she took my hand in hers."Good afternoon, Jessica! I'm so pleased to meet you. Come on in and I'll show you around the house."She took me from room to room, one large. One of those is the person of Veronica, my daughter. She signed my name today. I don't know why, but that made me cry. Maybe I expected her to call me mama?Actually I do know, at least in part why I cried. Master Will wasn't here to see Veronica born, or to see her making her first foray into communicating with the people around her. Ron held me for a while, and told me that he thought that Master Will would be very amazed to see how well all the children are doing at expressing themselves.Sign. "Let's start you with white." she exclaimed. I looked sad. She said Iwould feel like boys are staring at me if I wore a fancy one. "You willget used to them soon enough." "For the party we can get you one that isworthy of a future movie star." I said okay hesitantly.She walked me around to the side. I saw there were many racks ofdifferent styles and colors. I knew that bras came in different styles,but I had no idea there were quite so many.We stopped at the mostly colorless Junior Bazaar rack. She sighed and beckoned to the bar tender. "Can I have another, please?"She tugged at her black bustier as she waited for her drink. The barkeep set her brandy down and took her payment. She sighed and stretched out her legs, admiring the length and shape. The her long legs looked great and the black stiletto sandals strapped to her feet just screamed "fuck me!" She knew that in her super-short black leather skirt and lace up bustier she looked hot. She glanced over to see if the barkeep.