As the creaking turned into footsteps coming down the stairs I knew Louise was on her way, i looked round at my friends and muttered embarassed "looks...like my sister is coming down." A few of them exchanged glances and smirked at eachother as the down slowly creaked open. Louise slowly entered the room, very sheepishly, her cheeks tinged with red as my friends eyes roamed over her and she looked for me, she was wearing white pajama bottoms and a fairly low cut, pink top which had strpas over. Once she finishes the band she'll probably give anyone seconds who wants 'em, and while it isn't absolutely necessary, she'll probably go after the roadies, drivers and any stray guy who happens to walk in off the street. I sure do appreciate the nice effort that girl is making. Claudette finishes paying the booking fee and her top notch work probably gets us a couple of more encores from the Predtones. I just never understand it, but for some reason guys always want to pay her for fucking them. In Jennifer’s case the secret messages had affected her far more than the others. Stanley knew at once that she was the perfect woman to try out his new tape. The subliminal messages on the tape ordered by her boss were illegal, but the messages to work hard, to avoid all other distractions, would be absorbed by the staff over the next three months. It had done so in every office Stanley had installed the system in. But with Jennifer the effect had been almost instantaneous, she was the one. Focus on the future, don’t dwell on the past.”“If only it were that easy.”She drained her mug, kissed me on the cheek, then left to go downstairs to her temporary workstation. I checked my email, then fired up Netscape Navigator to surf the internet a bit. There was nothing much of interest on the news sites, and after about ten minutes of browsing, I shut it down. Kimmy came into the room a moment later to let me know everyone had arrived and was waiting for me in the ‘Gretzky’ room.I walked.