I don't mind, but I need those leggings, give them back, please.”“I'll bring them back to ...”“Now, James.” she came fully in to the room. �...�I'll wait.”“I don't want you to see...”“I don't care, James, just give me my leggings back.”Looping my thumbs through the waistband I slowly begin to pull them off. Trying, in a split second, to decide if I should keep the panties on, and hope she doesn't mention them, or try to smoothly hide them in the leggings, pretending they were stuck in the pants leg. I realised that Roseanna had picked up a few words in English possibly from hearing my conversations with Maria because she was showing me around the house and kept saying “come” when she wanted to show me another feature of this beautiful building, she was wearing a flared skirt and a loose fitting blouse and stockings, with high heeled shoes that emphasised her strong calf muscles, I could not see her underwear but realised that she was wearing at least a bra which at first did not show any. Archer knew a lot about Lance due to the many secret profiles theycompiled of people to look for candidates to join their C.R.A.S.H.program, Lance it seemed was just the kind of person they were lookingfor. Lance was impressed with the tour he was given of the C.R.A.S.H.headquarters. though as an 18 year old art student none of thetechnological wizardry made a bit of sense to him. An orphan who had been raised in foster care from the age of 7 Lance wasready for a chance to change the world, he. The right to do my makeup went for $100;picking my nail polish went for $50. My underwear, jewelry and heelswent for $150 each. Susie outbid everyone to select my dress -- $500 forthat privilege. They all agreed that Monday would be the day. That way,I would have all weekend to get girly for them.Ann and I stayed at Susie's house on Sunday night. I painted myfingernails electric blue, with white tips, a color combination selectedby Trish. Susie gave me a blue and white mixed media dress. .