I was speaking to their inspector, and I think he wants us to get more involved with a few community projects." Community projects?" I muttered, and M...m looked over at me."Yeah, sexual health and the like. It's a sponsorship thing. Well a bribe really. They let me run this place and give me a license, and I give them a bag of money each year in licensing. But to keep the objectors quiet they want me to sponsor a project here or there. Oiling the wheels really." That's not good," I murmured. "I. Kristina still needed to be undresses. Jean returned the favor. Slowly taking off Kristina's dress, letting it drop to the floor. Jean uncovered Kristina's pussy revealing that she too was shaven.Jean stood up and looked at me and asked if I wanted any pictures for our scrapbook. Of course I did. I went to get the camera and asked both girls to stand next to each other. They were almost a matched set. I took a few pictures. They kept changing poses for me. I put the camera down and walked over. Still, there was something surreal about this—me, Louis Melman, who’d been shot down at a mixer by Princess Becky now meeting said princess at Meet and Greet per her invite. Couples milled about The Dell’s wooden stage, while others, like Becky and I, sat on a bench, one of many painted a fading red set in neat rows. No surprise, she looked her usual adorable and sexy self. I couldn’t help but steal glimpses of her bare thighs, toned, tan and satin-smooth, and it was all I could do to contain. That was "the Rule" for parties such as these.My cell phone vibrated. It was sitting in its charger on top of my desk.Hillary took it out of the charger, and glanced at the front screen. It was a flip phone."Text message," she said, squealing.We all laughed."Ooo ... Who's it from?" I said, laughing."Read it!" Rachel yelped, laughing along with us.She flipped it open. She froze. I had one of those Motorolla RAZR flip phones, the really hot ones that everyone seems to have nowadays. She clicked.