"Casey Morgan," she mumbled. "I'd better finish getting ready." She shuffled away.I watched her go, then stood and walked to the kitchen."What can I d... for you, mother of mine?" Do you think that's totally fair?" Uh, what?" Blowing off your sister like that." I, uh..." I'm not saying you have to let her be in your musical. I just asked if you were fair." Mom, have you heard her play?" Yes! Have you?" Of course I have. She's really bad."Mom arched her eyebrow."She is," I said in my defense"And. This had all distracted me from the purpose of me visiting the hotel in the first place – my punishment! I reach your door and knock, my hand trembling with anticipation of what was to come.As you opened the door and pulled me inside, I felt a sudden urge to turn and run, but as the door closed and locked behind me I knew it was too late. I knew what you expected, I dropped my coat to the floor and revealed what I had been showing glimpses of to the guys in the lift. My bra was see-through and. And in spite of what you did to us — for us, to be more accurate — our bodies are now completely unmarked. Therefore, Jo and I welcome the challenge."Then she grinned and added, "But now what?" Now we return you to your husbands," Paula replied. "Come on! Let's get you into some clothes and get out of here."To the girls she said, "The new crop will arrive tomorrow. One of them will be Constance Klaus, the prime minister's wife. I'm not too sure of the other, but it will probably be Jane. No, even before that. The telegram must have been a fake to lure her to New York. For a moment she teetered on the brink of hysteria, then abruptly she felt icily calm. She would show them she wasn't to be so easily defeated. She was going to get to the bottom of this, and before she was through they would all be in jail - the Bormans and everybody else involved, no matter how much money and influence they might have."Hey, that's pretty hot stuff, June baby." Pimple Face had drifted over with.