(Actually, it's our only boutique.) It wasthe only place in three hundred miles that one could actually purchasea Versace, a Gucci, or a Scarvelli. Ju...ia had spent a lot of Bradford'smoney there, buying high-fashion costumes and accessories before thebastard killed her. Over time, Julia came to own several of eachdesigner's gowns and the shoes, purses, and jewelry, all in diamondsand gold, to match. In that respect, I must grudgingly admit, Bradfordhad treated her well--at least, until he met. Jill asked, “Should we go up and seduce that sales girl now?”She sure didn’t waist any time getting to the point. We went up and Jill propositioned the girl. When I put a hundred-dollar bill in her hand she got a lot more cooperative and told another girl that she was going on break. She then took us back into the last changing room and locking the door.Jill wasted no time in getting herself and that girl naked. The first pose was the one that she wanted. Then Jill had me get in the same pose. GRACE!"Grace is Grace. Grace is the one who sailed the boat when I had the broken arm ... remember? Grace is the first twin to discover the joy of flying ... because she barged in line. If you tell Grace, No ... she's going to do it.I grabbed her by the hood of her sweat shirt and jerked her out of the basement."Grace, pack up the guns and put them in the van. The police are coming and they'll confiscate, as evidence, every gun they see ... and we'll never get them back."I upset her ... packing. She sat one stool over at the bar, and the server immediately came over. They clearly knew each other, and very well at that. “What can I get you, Emily?” She asked with a wink. “Just coffee, black”. Emily glanced at me as I innocently ate my pancakes and pulled something out of her purse. She wrote something down and then folded up the piece of paper. She slid it my way and then got up and walked to the bathroom. Was it just me or was she really wagging her ass on the way? And what a plump ass.