I’m sorry for running you over. I was distracted.” “I gathered that. Are you sure you’re alright?” “Oh sure. I’m fine. Just a little sha...en up is all.” “You already said you didn’t know anyone here, but do you have family back home that can help you out?” “Not really. They kinda disowned me when I said I was moving to New York.” “Bitten by the acting bug?” “Oh no. I’m not pretty enough to be an actress. I came here because I wanted to be a writer.” “Well, if I’m not being too forward and if you. "Keep a civil tongue, you oaf!" she said, "Or it will be the worse for you, now send for Lord Blanchforth!"I just stared, how dare she. "Fetch Lord Blanchforth!" she insisted and struck me again."And who should I say awaits him Miss." I asked."Miss Grace Harcourt," she snapped.I just stared, she rode astride like a man, her legs splayed obscenely by the beasts considerable girth, her skirts bunched up, before her, "Damn it you fool, oh very well help me down, I shall find him."I stepped. " "Somebody's really got a case of the jabbers," said Clyda. "I mean everyone knows that girls like to talk, but this one's running a regular telethon out of her room." "It gets better," said Dee Dee. "First, this line wasn't there last month. I double-checked the number. Secondly, it's a secure line that can't be traced or tapped into. Only a handful of the senior amazons are allowed to have those. Requests for those are supposed to go through Ebony and me. Neither she or myself got any. As the sun began to set, Drew watched as Dixie’s silhouette walked at the water’s edge. The sun cast colors of reds and oranges across her white cotton dress, as the breeze cast sprays of water upon her allowing a vision of her body through the fabric. This made Drew want her, want to feel her body, ravish it on the bay shore in the glow of the setting sun. As Dixie approached Drew on their blanket, she could see him staring at her and smiling. ‘What are you smiling for’ she asked. With no.