It was more gaudy than anything she'd normally wear, but it called to her for some reason. Katrina was deep in conversation with Gemma, and Kerin was ...ure that she wouldn't mind...Kerin sat alone, and started to put the red nail polish on. She thought about the last Youth Group meeting she'd been to. They'd had one of those negro ministers in, who had ranted about the dangers of sin, and the perils of hell. It had been very interesting, though of course the entire group had pretended to be. I had been trying to establish a rapport with Charlotte and her women. The only concern was whether or not I might be interrupted in a "conversation" with them. I decided it was too early in the morning for the general or the few officers, who might have enough clearance, to enter the surveillance room. I took the camera located just inside their door off automatic sweep and moved it up and down in the manner of someone nodding their head.Beth spoke out: "There's some guy watching us? You mean. Oh, he missed some things from his former life: the finefood and wine for one, not to mention the chance to fuck beautiful women(including his girlfriend, if he didn't have any better alternativesavailable). But even sex was becoming a fading memory, especially with nophysical arousal to remind him of how it felt.As for the rest of his pampered life, which had always been a product ofhis family's accomplishments, never his own ? well, he didn't miss allthe fake friends, the backbiting, the. She decided to listen to what he was selling, there was nothing better to do, after all. ‘Yes, sir, I am. I can keep house, cook quite well and sew what you need repaired. I can read and write and know my mathematics.’ She saw no need to hide her skills nor act like an ill-educated, near illiterate girl from the South. ‘My name is James Ewart. I live in El Segundo with a house… in a house, I mean. I could use a…. a housekeeper, that is, if you’re, perhaps, interested?’ ‘Yes, sir, I truly am..