.."Beth fished them out and grimaced. "I thought we were past this..." You're not," I told her. "The collars have communicators in them -- and trackin... devices, among other things. They also act as ID, granting you access to various places, and they will provide verbal directions here and there, like a GPS." I turned to Keisha. "Get Frieda and Tara up. The uniform of the day is skin -- and these. And it's likely to be the same for the forseeable future." And the kids?" Keisha asked."Kids go. Reaching down, he grabbed her by the ass, feeling the fabric of her school uniform being crushed beneath his hands. He pulled her upwards, pressing her chest into his as she wrapped both legs around him, locking her ankles together. He leaned back to look at her once more. His darling little baby. "My, look what you've become," he whispered, somewhat breathless. Giggling softly, she looked down, a fierce blush spreading over her cheeks. He brought his face close to hers, kissing her on the lips. “In fact, it might be better for you if you didn’t. I’m not going to be a very popular person--if I can get more unpopular--in Wilkins. I don’t want the fallout to reach you.”“Are you kidding me?” Mel asked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. When the news hits about Eric Veneble’s parentage I want to see the looks on their faces. Besides, I need to know if I’m living next door to a multimillionaire or just a plain old millionaire.”Corbly’s magical football season ended the following day. And not that substandard version with Patrick Stewart but the Gregory Peck one, dragged away half drowned when they caught him”“Aye he was stabbing that fat woman for twenty minutes with his harpoon before she cottoned on”“So what is the news you have for us Helen … you become a Prostitute to save us from the poorhouse?” her father said sarcastically though not enough for him to not think that it might be a good idea.“Well Daddy … I got a job as an Artists Muse”“A muse???” her father said as.