That's that," Debbie stated flatly. "I have no problemwith it whatsoever. Why don't you two just spend the night togetherand see where it goes? As for...me, well, I don't know whether to staywith Jack, Buck, Jack and Buck, Candy or... or Bo! Don't worrythough. I'll find someone to keep me warm. You two have fun. I meanit."Debbie walked brusquely away, leaving Carla and me together in thepool. Carla looked at me and smiled. I grinned back, although I wasworried that Debbie might not really be. Who would have guessed that J. Edgar moved all of his files to Duluth in 1969 to keep them out of President Nixon's hands?" Who is J. Edgar?" Mary Popov asked."The first director of the FBI," Georgia replied. "He was a right proper piece of work. Kept blackmail files on everybody. Director Gray claimed to have destroyed those files. Now we might find out who really killed JFK and Martin Luther King."We were in Conference Room Four and the concubines were carefully removing documents and. When I finished by sprinkling a small amount of witch hazel on the area, she screamed, gushed, came violently, and still shaking liquid began to pour out of her already drenched sex. She was peeing, coming uncontrollably, and sobbing with embarrassment. “Dear Marie, first I must spank you again, as I promised,” I said, “then we will have to see what other surprises await us.” I pulled off my own clothes to avoid getting them wet and grabbed a nearby hair brush. I quickly reinstated her. She wrapped me in a towel took meback into the room where she put more nice smelling stuff on me and a newdiaper, then she put this shirt thing on me that snapped under the diaper.She sat in a chair and aranged me in her lap so my head was resting in thecrook of one of her arms. She then picked up this bottle with a thing onthe end put it in my mouth and squeezed a little bit of the liquid outinto my mouth. I didn't know what it was but to me it was the best thing Iever tasted. I swallowed it.