”Jill’s breath hitched. “I – I promised myself,” she stammered, fighting her way back to the present. “After you left, I promised myself i... had been the last time.” Her fingers closer around the smooth rubber of the artificial penis. “There have to be limits.” She pulled up her legs.“But you never could resist me,” Reese said quietly and pushed forward.“Ow,” Jill whimpered.Something plopped onto the cushion next to her head, and suddenly there was a tiny bit of light. She could see Reese’s. I have to go change-" Change?" Marita couldn't resist. "You mean into... a dance outfit?" I have to..." Gina mumbled, lowering her head, and as she did, hersilky black hair draped over her face. "Leotards and everything?"She nodded. "I bet it thrills you to hear it..." Honey, don't be ashamed of your body. We designed you to be aknockout; I bet you look great in one," Marita said. "Do you need aride?" Thanks, no, I'm a big fan of the Transit Authority," Gina said,starting up her stairs. The older woman paused and turned around to face Miss Downey. The smile had disappeared from her face and had been replaced by an intently serious expression.“If you do have any trouble or issues with the girls then my office is three doors down this corridor as you know – as do they – and feel free to either send them to me or send one of them to come and get me. They won’t want me to come into your form class so the threat alone should be enough.” The smile returned to her face as she turned. Gunther was his only client.And the SING public relations campaign to exonerate the Meriwethers was in full swing. Would there be a Gunther edition? Probably not openly connected. And probably not until the Meriwethers were cleared. If they were.After 9/11, after the Twin Towers collapsed, American law enforcement changed dramatically. Federal agencies made a tectonic focus-shift from crime to terrorism. Budgets were increased, operational restrictions were loosened or eliminated, courts became.