“Something on your mind, boss?”Vernon huffed. “You know my Claire has her eye on you?”Hunter gulped- he had been aware that Maple’s mistress...had been keeping an eye on him lately. Claire watched him as he worked like a vixen watching over a coop of chickens. She would come out in jeans that fit her like a second skin and shirts that were sure to show what God had gifted her during development. Claire often did things that got the other farmhands staring. Still, he knew she was trying to get his. Then back at me."What kinda photo's you talkin' 'bout?" You know. Your privates, in public. That's if it's what you want..."A short pause."Okay, here's the deal. We're trying to get daring pix. Me showing what I got, with regular folks passing by in the background. So people will know what risks we took to snap them. You help us to pose them, you get a ring-side seat. Okay?" Okay."I saw the other sales assistant return from his break. Great! He could look after the other customers while I gave. They looked perfect. He had seen his sisterSusan have red nails before but not like this. It did not occur to himthat nail varnish was for girls. He wanted more."Now take off your clothes" ordered the Queen.Edmund did as he was told and didnt hesitate to take off everythingincluding his underwear.As it out of magic, some young girls appeared with clothing thatresembled that of the Queen, a white dress with a white fur coat.Before he knew it he was placed into these clothes with white ankleboots. I guess my Mother didn't do anythingthe first day but the second day she drove over to Mr. J's house and,according to the gossip throughout the neighborhood, confronted himin the front yard and started screaming at him that she knew that hehad molested me, and he'd probably kidnapped me, and she wanted tosearch his house. Just about that time Mrs. J returns from hervacation and gets into the conversation and wants to know what rightMother has to stand in their front yard and talk to her husband.