I stopped her there, telling her that the bartender was a friend of mine, and asked nicely for her to stop bitching about everything. She gave me a sn...tty look and turned her back to me. She began talking to someone else sitting at the bar, trying to ignore me. Well I was still pissed about what she had said about a friend of mine, so I reached out and tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around and glared at me, causing me to momentarily loose my train of thought. I quickly got back on. .”...“Is Missy coming over?” she asked.“Better than that! She’ll be spending the night,” Susan explained. “Your tia might have some big news when she gets home.”“News? About Mama and Papa?” she asked hopefully;“No. No news on your familia,” Susan said sadly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get your hopes up. Too late, I know.” But the mood was broken and the emotional young girl didn’t try to hide her latest heartbreak.“It’s OK. I’m going to my room now, tia,” she said softly.Susan could only nod. Barbara’s first one is there. It’s the only uniform on display that Alfred didn’t make.Alfred flicks open the locks on a long, flat case. He lifts the lid. Barbara considers the uniform inside.“Did you have this ready before he left this time? Or did you just make it?” she asks.“Which would make you more comfortable?” Alfred asks.Barbara rolls her eyes and holds it up to look. At least Alfred has some taste. He kept this one the same as Barbara’s own design: a gray suit with blue boots and. I watched while he was gone.Paul stripped off his T-shirt and dropped his shorts to stand naked in front of my camera. Unlike Tom's last night, Paul's looked slightly engorged, standing away from his body a little, very enticing. His cock looked like it could be very big. He rubbed it a little before covering himself up with a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for bed.Paul got up and walked over to the wash basket and removed the lid. My plan was working.He reached in and pulled various items out.