Sneaking in after a night of partying. Again.” I smile at her again. Checkmate bitch.“Again Amy?” My mom stands up angry. “You're wasting you ...ife. I can't believe this...” My mom goes on a triad. My sister tries to weasel her way out of punishment but mom is having none of it, she's fed up. “We're not paying for your phone, or your gas. You'll have to find your own money if this is how you want to live. I'm not going to watch you waste your life...” I hear mom really giving it to her. I've. Can you believe it?" My digs aren't as nice as these. I'm staying in the bunk house, right where I wanna be," Tammy said. "A bed in a bunkhouse comes with the job, and the job, Janice, that's my dream. Workin' with horses, wonderful Arabian horses. You should see Thee Brigand, our feisty stallion. He's a real piece of work, that one is, but I've got his number, got him eatin' outta my hand." She snickered. "Literally. And Joe, my boss, he talks horse, Janice. I know that sounds crazy, but I. I must admit, the the thought of some stranger wanting to keep my pictures for their own enjoyment excited me too. A few years later, one hour photo development places opened and we would take our film to one of them. Several times, we found that they developed doubles, without our requesting them to. Since they only charged us for singles, we never complained. We also noticed that not every negative would have two pics. Now we knew that someone was definitely keeping copies of some of the. Florence was naked as before, and as I mentioned before there was not a hair on her below her neck. Later I was to wonder if this was a set-up to what was to happen to me later that day. Late in the afternoon we followed Margaret and Florence's car out into the suburbs, there they finally pulled up in front of the house that Irene lived in. As I was to find out later Irene shared her house with two other women who were 'boarders' as far as the public was concerned. It was a nice house in a sub.