Said dress fell about her ankles, and as I'd also suspected she was not wearing any panties. She stepped out of her sandals and stood barefoot and nak...d, flashing a pose that matched her smile as she gave me a look that was an open invitation for ravishment. I had to restrain myself from indulging in such a whim, remembering her careful explanation of what I was supposed to do with her, and willed myself to patience. "On your knees," I softly commanded, pleased at the way she instantly complied. "Or, at least, Alana was, and I can be. I know I can.You can write the songs and I can sing them. We could be a team." Sure, that sounds great," she said. She let go of my hand, then got upfrom her chair and started pacing around the room. "But it's not like wecan just record an album and sell it and have it be a hit and live offthat money. It doesn't work like that. We need people behind us,production people, A&R, a band... hell, I can barely get people to listento me at an open mic night and. No ice. "I need to change," she told me. She took my hand and led me up the stairs to the room she shared with her perfect sister. I felt blessed. There was the bed where Karen slept! She was naked here! My weenie began to stiffen. Her panties were in that dresser! Deb tossed her goofy hat on her bed. She opened the drawer I was lusting at and took out a pint bottle of peppermint schnapps. She cracked the seal, slugged down a healthy gulp, and sighed. "God, I needed that!" she said, wiping her. "True. Very true." Master Jo replied. "But I am a newcomer to the tale as well, and it is not my place to tell it, but it is the will of the Spirits that I introduce you to it. Come, sit and join us."Master Jo waved at the benches around us, and it suddenly came clear to us that, except for the two small ones nearest the fire, the benches were filled. Wispy, fading figures, human and not human sat around us. Those who were men, or near men wore recognizable smiles. Who could think to do.