“Oh noooo! Maybe it’s Gayle’s blood!” She responded with fake fear in her voice. When I turned to head up the stairs, she grabbed me by the sh...ulders and shouted, “BOO!” It didn’t scare me, of course.“Quiet down, Cam. Don’t want Car-bitch to hear us farting around in the stairway we shouldn’t be in.” She nodded and made a cute pouty face that I couldn’t help but smile at.I followed her up the stairs to the third floor, but she was going awfully slow so I poked her butt and said in a mockingly. Then she went out and did it again, but she didn’t get caught this time. She boasted about it. She told me, ‘I went to Best’s again and took a bottle of their most expensive champagne. Serves the bastards right for calling the cops. I just waited for the security guy to go to the loo. Serves him right as well when they find it in his office’.”David decided to up the stakes, “Your reaction to her arrest on Friday gave me an idea; have you considered corporal punishment? A severe spanking might. But like I said, Alice and Emma were not cut from that bolt. They were very quick to join in and play with Sally, Bill, myself and all the other children who lived locally. They couldn't very well play with Reggie and Susan very much because ... well because George Arnold's children weren't best pleased that two more youngsters had joined their household. Or so I sort-of realized as I got older. Mind you, that realisation probably once again stemmed from overhearing my parents talking.To be. "Well gentlemen, it is time for me to go, but first I need to ask the caterers a couple questions about next week's event. If you'll excuse me…" and with that she motioned me to follow her into the kitchen. Like a lost puppy I followed at her heels. "Can you help me take the rest of the food over to my office? I really have to get some things done tonight yet, and my staff would appreciate me feeding them." Shit, that is NOT what I was hoping for, but I thought at least this way I might get a.