My long auburn hair a up on a tight chignon and I’m wearing a modest skirt suit that I got on sale at Macy’s. There is nothing eye catching about ...e so I can’t imagine why he is examining me so intensely but I can feel his eyes traveling over my body. Im about to turn around and ask him what he’s looking at when it pings at our floor. As soon as the doors open he brushes past me with a polite ‘excuse me’ as he heads right for the sandblasted glass door that read Garrison and Caldwell. I follow. The great amount of food Marcus had ordered quickly diminished, my body ingesting everything I gave it and begging for more. The more I ate, the better I felt until I no longer sagged with exhaustion. I looked at Marcus, who looked normal again, as he sat drinking coffee, my head full of questions, though the foremost one concerned Talon."Do you think it worked?" I asked simply."It should have," he replied. "Charlotte is a very good, fair Matriarch who has been looking for just such and excuse. "We're all girls together! Shouldn't cramp my style too much".Jenny had lost her shoes and Frances her little skirt.It was a very thoughtful quintet which ate silently and reflectively. 'We ought to be afraid, ' thought Jenny, 'but somehow we aren't.' It was as though all of them knew they were in no danger, (apart from ending up completely stripped after a few more days of this). And it was still very warm, with a long-range weather forecast seeing no end to the drought for the foreseeable. Rose wanted hair like Marilyn Monroe so bad that she searched for ways to change her hair color to look just like Marilyn's.Besides, everyone she knew kept telling her how Marilyn had the elusive "sex appeal" that she desperately wanted used to describe Rosie O'Grady as well. In actuality, Rose had plenty of sex appeal with her hour-glass figure and her long shapely legs. Her boobs had developed nicely and were tipped with the most interesting nipples that looked ready to tackle the world. Down.