She knew that run. It meant only one thing: her daughter had gotten into some mischief and made a muddle of some sort. Sara had tried to teach her you...gest child that it was not the messes in life that matter but how we handle them. But it seemed an uphill battle in a modern society that devalued children and rewarded those who lacked the imagination and creativity to make messes. Shaking her head that at forty had almost as many grey hairs as blonde, Sara sighed in frustration as she headed. I’d stopped by the studio to see the last of our sportswear shipped to Raquethon. They were now the exclusive licensed vendor of Ice Queen Racquet Wear. I was glad the papers had been signed before my blow-up in South America. Raquethon had had also licensed Melody’s three newly-issued patents on the process and would be taking over the dye work as well. No more smell of bleach in the studio!“What is it, Penny?” I asked.“Well, we have these orders and I need to get the pieces from the vault.” I. I fainted. When I came to, my shirt was ripped and tattered, barely connected anymore. My skirt was cut down the middle and lay beneath me. Is…is he gone? I muttered to myself. Nope, Curtis said gleefully, and pulled off his shirt, revealing a semi-pale not-too-skinny body. There he stood, in his boxers and socks, looking like some girls dream. Not my fucking dream. Why didnt you just fuck me and leave? I asked through my teeth, my face radiating with pain from my broken nose. Whats the fun in. Over theweeks that followed he saw that it seemed to be a regular habit and in sodoing saw several opportunities. He planned his next move that weekendand on the Monday morning after seeing William head out on his usualmorning walk, he went to the front door and rang the bell.She answered, there was no doubting the fact that she was a good lookingwoman in her forties, with a special sex appeal, but this morning as sheanswered the door she looked a little stressed and annoyed."Yes." She was.