.. would I?” He stared intently at Betty. “I mean isn’t it true that women should be allowed to have certain ... secrets?”Betty flushed. This ...as dangerous territory. She and her sisters had adjusted to the fact that they all loved their father in ways that society wouldn’t understand. They had kept very secret who the fathers of their children were. That had been no small feat, seeing as how each had had her first child at age fifteen. There had been some fancy footwork as the girls visited. Neither of them had had the energy, or the heart for that matter, to continue the apartment hunt after the nice old landlord had left them standing dejected and confused on the sidewalk in front of what they had moments before thought was the perfect apartment building. They had told their friends the sad story, using their normal Tracy-Eric tag team method where one would start the thought and the other would finish. One of their friends, a music arts major no less, had started awhile ago. I wore a navy blue polo-type top, jeans and sneakers. To the normal eye I'm just another guy out on the street, but if you look real closely you'd notice that the neck buttons on the top are reversed, the fabric is a little more drapey than normal and the sleeves are slightly shorter, the jeans have a slightly tapered leg to them, rather than straight cut. If you were to strip all those away though, you'd fine a white floral satin camisole, panties and a g-string style gaff, and pantyhose. From. " Why the hell didn't you tell me about this before? That sounds like sabotage. I want you to find an independent security firm and post guards at all areas in that plant. You and the techs watch and make sure that everyone who is working in there is supposed to be there. I'm going to have Steve send some people he trusts to get the security organized. I'll also have Bill's people do some background checks to see who is getting extra money from somewhere. I need those commercial units, Muriel..