"You up for helping me tonight, Fred?"Fred chuckled, looking at the twenty penny nails and the hammers that Dave had gotten for Jeff setting on the ta...le. "Cat got a climbing gear?" Okay." Turning to the two women, Jeff said, "Turn about is fair play, as they say. Set up some card games, watch a movie — one that I've seen before, maybe have Jessica play some video games with the girls. Fred and I were here celebrating with everyone all night about getting Carla's property back."Frank walked in.. I waited until a day when it was really raining. Since this is summer we don't have a lot of rain so I had to wait a while. Finally a day came when a strong storm front was blowing in. I put on a thin white cotton sundress with nothing on underneath. It was already almost transparent - the shadow of my nipples could easily be seen. When the sun shown through the dress it was very evident that I had no panties on.Anyway, I got someone to take me to the far side of town. I live in a large city so. My new owner was a young girl that was as beautiful as a runway model. She had the morals of a street whore and an ass that was a magnet to any male in viewing distance with enough bling to make an impression on her greedy “bottom line” needs for cash. The fact that in her previous life she was a French Poodle that never thought a big dog was out of the question for her tiny snatch.Her switch into a human female form was the joke of a lifetime for her and she did everything she could to take. Colleen MacAllister had been her constant companion in those travels, a fact that benefitted the travel tales greatly, as the writer had firsthand knowledge of most locations she described. The two women had led a rich and unconventional life.When Rose mentioned that she owned a canvas painted by Albert Bierstadt, Miss Martin became quite excited; so excited that Rose invited her to visit Heyworth House where the painting adorned the dinner room. Melissa Martin promised to visit explaining that.