How she's beenshowing her how to act, while wearing a dress, and how she made sure shelearned how to sit properly, and to walk slower. Plus I showed h...r how tocurtsy, and how not to show off her cute frilly undies when bending over.Mrs. Miller told the girls they could ask Jennifer any question theywant, but one at a time. The girls started in with the usual questionsyou would expect them to ask.Questions like, "How do you like wearing a dress? Is it as fun as youthought it would be?" Are you. ”I said, “This is my URL and handed him a card.” I knew that they would anonymize the message through a labyrinth of proxy-servers. But the cat was already out of the bag. That was because my phone made a loud text alert and I looked delighted.I said in my best airheaded tone of voice, “Excuse me but I have to take this. This is my best-friend-forever and she is telling me which club to meet her at.”The text read, “Vasily Kuznetzov, right hand man of Illia Kuriakinov, Bratva East Europe branch. They were an attractive couple and I had felt the urge to call them over to the party. Now she stood next to me, called the bartender over and ordered a glass of champagne. When it came, she offered it to me. When I refused, she laid her hand on top of mine. “Please accept it. It’s from my master and me. We thought you looked down and someone as pretty as you should never look down, especially on your birthday!” “Your master?” I asked, not sure I had heard her right. “Yes,” she said simply. I. No-Name and said, "Let's put this thing on "go" and see if we can kill a bunch of Russian scum, before Winnie comes back."Mr. No-Name took me to the secure room and gave me the details of the immediate mission. Because I was 'known' as a rich playboy, who ran around with sexy blondes and underage beauties, I could pretty much just walk up to a mansion where a party was underway, and expect to be admitted. This particular mansion was a twin to the one where our men had hit the jackpot a week.