.. so, no ... I don't speak it. I think I might have been ten years old before I knew the difference between British English and American." She paused... "Why?"I couldn't tell her she might die in 1988 ... she did the first time. I couldn't tell her that the most stable economy in Europe would be Germany. I couldn't tell her of the massive influx of former bureaucrats, foreign nationals, fleeing the collapsing British Empire ... and the wrath of their neighbors. There were a lot of things she. "cunt" was written on the envelope in Ashleigh's hand. I opened it and read the terse note inside: "Gather up all of your bras, pantyhose, slips, and panties, put them in bags and donate them in a clothing bin. From now on, you will only wear dresses or skirts to work. I expect you to keep that bush the way Phoebe and I prepared it for you." It was simply signed "A". I now felt naked wherever I went, no more "second line" of protection under my clothes. I'm sure my braless breasts were. . I see your point. Okay, I'll think about it." But also think about if you help Brynn, it's like double revenge."Her fingers tapped on dark Naugahyde and she said, "Well, I never thought about that. Maybe. Maybe." You can at least talk to your guy. You can at least do that much."She shrugged. "Double revenge?" She paused. "Okay look, I'll talk to Jeffers but whatever he says, that's that. I'm not going to push it and fuck up my own fucking. I'll let you know."I sorta thought that was that, but. ..quick. Hell, I’ll just get a pizzaand take it from there. Yeah, a pizza with everything.With shaking hands and trembling fingers, I picked up the telephone andtriumphantly placed my order: "Three pizzas - the works, and a six pack ofdiet coke." I impatiently waited for my gourmet feast to arrive.Needless to say, by the time the doorbell rang, I was hungry and horny. I hadpopped in the video and Ron Jeremy was already boffing Ginger’Lynn in a giantbowl of french salad. Both were smothered in.