"The twins shared a glance, then immediately slid the ribbons off andstarted unbraiding their hair. Abigail watched in amusement then handedthem each ... hairbrush and a hand-mirror."I had a hunch you might need these," she said. "Of course, you'll stillboth need to get your hair styled properly. I'll take you to see mypersonal stylist in a couple of days." We have to keep it long for school," said Jennifer, not looking up fromthe mirror as she brushed her golden locks."And you will keep it long.. The Matchmaker was a small time fence as well, and sometimes an informant for the Federal Police, depending on circumstances.He wasn't much of a criminal as such things go, however; the man had no taste for violence or anything that would get him locked away for more than a year or two and he was too valuable for that. He rarely took risks, but the dour look on his face made it clear that was precisely what he thought Wolfgang was. That wasn't too surprising. The Matchmaker's real business was. Allison and Mary diverted the food to the kitchen but kept moving girl things.Pete got out of the way. His trampled body would just be collateral damage in the frenzy. They didn't really need help, he figured, it's not like their clothes are all that heavy. Settling in the rec room, he had Phoebe put Allison's pictures on the screen. He began to eliminate the people he recognized and had her enlarge or enhance the others. Then he looked at the ones he might have to really eliminate. Maybe laser. She is literally a twig. Her thin legs roll up to an equally thin waist. Going up further, she sports some somewhat small tits, that occasionally look pretty good when she’s wearing that new push up bra she started sporting a few months back. Her face is soft and innocent, like that of a young high school girl afraid of boys. Bluer than the summer sky, her eyes were the first thing one would notice. Her long curly blond hair completed the package. Even before Master PC, I couldn't have helped.