‘I’ll think of something to jog yourmemory.’When she finished peeing she pulled down her PVC dressand saw that some of her urine had...splashed back ontoit. ‘I’m so glad these are easy to wipe clean,’ shelaughed. ‘I have lots of similar outfits for us to havefun in.’‘Now, what should I do to remind you that down here I’myour mistress and not your mother?’She went over to the wall and wheeled back a trolleywith a metal box on top. Jenny and I looked at each other and smiled. We let go ofMarty and grabbed our purses. Marty held the door for us and we made ourway down to the lobby.The first stop was to be Westminster Abbey, but the taxi driver in hisroute took us by Buckingham Palace. "Stop" came flying from my mouth aswe approached the front gate. The two Thompsons looked at me a bitconfused. "It's Buckingham Palace! I want to see it!" I said. Jennybegan to giggle while Marty reached for his wallet. Jenny and I. ." Susan said softly. "Yeah..."I had to giggle, remembering how we used to soft-pedal our conversations around Susan before she and Jason got married. Now we didn't. And Susan was sometimes a bit forward. "At least I don't have to dress up like 'Little Mermaid' to get 'im goin'," she'd said. "Or Little Red Riding Hood."That brought a gasp from Tina who'd intimated about role-playing with Alan. "I'm just not that good at it, you know. Gets to a point that I just say 'forget it!' and dive. And when we were evenly matched, I knew that we would win. It might take more than one day, but we would win!Juanita was busy patching up the minor wounds taken by our people. These wounds were exclusively from wooden splinters thrown about by the bullets impacting the walls of the house. Most of the attackers were using black powder, so their bullets simply didn't have the penetrating power they would have had with smokeless powder. As a result, the thick walls of our house were stopping most.