"I guess when that is received, we can give everyone a day off." She smiled. "Miss Orange, please give useless sissy the items that babysissy will be ...earing from now on." This she said loud enough for the room to hear. Miss Orange, looking splendid in her orange PVC skirt and orange hair and orange high heels and orange eye shadow with long, long lashes, strutted down the spiral staircase to the stage, carrying a picnic basket and handed it to John Phillips. "Take the items from the basket and. ." I shudderedto think what he might be going to say, but he simply finished with,"... take off my shoes."I sank down before him and with trembling fingers untied his laces. AsI eased off one shoe my wife sat next to him and they kissed again. Itwas so shameful to be treated like the lowliest of servants by themwhile Margie enjoyed the attentions of her virile lover. He unzippedher dress in the back and she slid it down over her shoulders, stoppingfor one teasing moment and then lowering it. The sixteen-year-old who stared back at me from the silvered surface was pretty, even prettier than she'd been a few months before. I studied my legs and the way they were filling out in the calves, though my ankles had stayed thin. My breasts would never be as large as Linda's, but they had taken on more roundness and the nipples pushed out brown and dark from the paler rosettes. I smiled and ran a brush through my shiny brown hair. It had grown since coming to the farm and when I pulled it. That is why we are here this morning and for no other reason I can assure you." Simul!" Douglas echoed.Both, Doug and I knew that name. Adona had only mentioned it a couple of times. Simul was the name of the deity, or single world ruler, that Adona had told us about. We'd surmised that the name had a religious significance of some sort, and because of that fact it was rarely mentioned in public, or folks appeared to avoid using it anyway."We'd better get going. Simul doesn't like to be kept.