“Oh yes damnit, fetch my boots!” he retorted.Mr D’arcy duly handed over the ten guineas.“Up the stairs, first on the left,” Mrs Bennet direc...ed.“Miss Bennet?” Mr D’arcy graciously invited Eliza to take his arm and she led him to the stairs.“Do you propose to seduce me Mr D’arcy?” Eliza enquired.“Lord no,” D’arcy replied, “No time for that, If you get your kit off I’ll shove it up you right away, let us get on with it.”Eliza opened the bed chamber door and led Mr D’arcy in.She sat on the bed. He spit it out and screamed, "Help me, help me, get me out of here."Mommy was so distracted with all that was going on, the clear words mybrother spoke, she certainly didn't hear."...So much potential, or so we used to say. Your greed, self-importance and your arrogance, you piss it all away." Who was this woman walking with me? Why was she holding my hand?" Itried to pull away but she held tight. "Let go of me I started todemand."She didn't say anything, she only gave me a look of pure. By the time they were done, it was just a matter of tossing it in the dishwasher.It was fairly late when the kitchen was all cleaned up and there wasn't anything good on TV. The Simpson's is all right, but even that is getting old. I miss Disney. Mary, Jill and I sat and talked while Sara finished up some homework. Sara joined us after a while.We talked until it got late and then the girls went in to bed. We fed the dogs and washed and changed. We climbed into bed and got comfortable. Of. She was made to repeat the process with Chloe's other shoe and sock, the whole time trying to avoid the dazzling stare of the increasingly smug teenage girl sitting above her."My feet need massaging bitch, get to it" ordered Chloe, leaning back on the desk now and looking extremely comfortable. Tamara began to work Chloe's perfect feet, running her manicured hands all over them. Chloe had to admit, Tamara was great at giving a foot massage, and she had to stifle a small moan. She didn't want.