It would be good getting a break without the staff trying to regiment us into being proper ladies. Friday July 3rd 1800hrs.Dear journal, Izzy reminded...me her father’s yacht wasn’t a place where we would have to rough it, as it had 26 state room’s, another 30 suites and quite a few ordinary cabins. The photo she showed us was fantastic. To call it a yacht gives the wrong impression, for it was like a small ocean liner. The limousine that took us to the little airport to get on the private jet. I couldn't stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: the lingerie section of mums catalogs. I would have killed for a Fiesta or Escort magazine, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mum's house. Later that month, as I was rooting around in mum's wardrobe, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all dolled up in lingerie and. I told Bridie that we would be out for lunch but back for dinner tonight. I also mentioned that mother had taken Connie under her wing and that she might need some other staff if she does the usual and monopolizes her time. That’s just about how it worked out too with Connie spending a lot of her time catering to mothers whims and needs and acting very much as a companion. She was required to stay at the house and had a room to sleep in and a lot of time to herself.Lunch was excellent, the. “That’s what we’d hoped for,” Thor said. “The math is tricky. Shutting off the Higgs fields, even for such a short time, might have damaged the subatomic structure.” He smacked the thing twice more. “Seems okay.” He tossed it to me.I pulled on the doll’s arms and legs and twisted the hammer. As far as I could tell, it was unchanged and I slid it across the bench to Thor. I looked at Carley. “Lizard!”Carley snatched a small Tupperware container off the counter behind her, opened the sliding.