Jack Daniels. Drinking was the only thing that dulled my sense of guilt for a while.”“But who... ?” started Shelia.“It’s got to be the mothe.... The father’s been dead for years now.”“Marjorie Timmings?”“Yeah. She swore at the trial that she would get even with Toomey. Of course she didn’t know about our involvement then. Somehow she has found out we were involved and is taking out her revenge by killing our daughters the same way her daughter was raped and murdered. I didn’t put it together at. “I’ve got a house and five housemates. We’re having dinner together on Saturday evening. Would you like to come?”“Me and six guys? I don’t think so.”“No! I’m sorry. My housemates are all female. We’re ... kind of a family. Oh. And there’s another artist coming over who wants me to paint her. We’re going to discuss the concept.” Shit! I forgot Eva was coming over. Well, so what? It isn’t a date.“Um ... Uh ... text me the info and I’ll see how I feel. That’s a lot of people.”“All I can say is. She answered, blushing with shame. “Please, I’m afraid to be alone. Can I say here with you?” “Geez, sis, this bed is hardly big enough for me!” he protested. “Just go back to your own. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.” “I’m scared to sleep alone.” she said. “You know I get nightmares when I do.” “Well, okay, just for tonight, I guess. Tomorrow, you really have to try, though.” “Thanks, Billy, you’re the greatest!” she said, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek. She rolled onto her side,. “Or maybe it should be a show and teach weekend,” Mistress Sam added. “Maybe we should help Jeremy and kristi discover some of their limits.”“What do you mean by that?” Master Jeremy asked.“Kristi is your slave,” Mistress Gloria said, “but you need to know what are her limits–what is pleasure for her and what is punishment.”“I don’t understand,” Master Jeremy replied.“Puddy tat!” Mistress Tracey yelled out. “Go get the ping pong paddles... and a small pillow”“Yes, Mistress,” puddy tat shouted.