"You'd better whip me, master. It was I who stole the key."Terry managed to make the confession sound like George Washington and the cherry tree."We a...e both equally guilty, master," Dorinda said firmly. I had a feeling that, married to Dorinda, a chap would have to toe the line."You both want to be whipped?" I asked unhappily. I was trying frantically to think of a way out."Yes please, master!" The duet sounded as though I'd offered a trip to Acapulco. Happy anticipation. Those two girls. Their songs were not just words and music, they lived those songs, we feel the pain, anguish or love that they felt because the songs were real life translated through them.”I shot back “Those three are dead; you mean I gotta die before I’m a hit?”“No, you have to be able to convey your true feelings to the crowd, not just mouth the words.”Les spoke up “I don’t get you, what are you saying?”Winston turned to him, “Your sister needs to get laid.”He faced me again, “You sing about anal sex but. He would then hand her the plate or bowl of food and then go upstairs. Sharon then knew she would be alone for the rest of the day.Sharon knew there had to be some windows in the basement, because some low-level light would filter in during the day. She briefly thought about escaping, but soon discarded that thought. She was, after all, warm, well-fed and relatively safe. She certainly didn't care for the noose around her neck, but made no effort to remove it or even to explore it for any. "I said, "It?"Jenny shrugged "I don't think Rebecca knows yet. Or, if she does, she'snot saying."We fell silent for awhile, as we soaked up rays from the late-afternoonsun. In July, the days seemed to last forever so there was still plenty oflight left. In sort order, Jenny directed the conversation to a new topic."So, where were you guys that your cell phones were dead?"For the life of me, I had no idea what "Tasha and Michelle" had been doingbefore they walked out of the showers at Bikini.