The next number was even faster, and Alain started showing them moves that were popular in Paris when he left there. And they all laughed and built u...on these moves, each trying to be better or sillier than the last. When the song finished, they were all sweating profusely and each reached for their drinks and took large swallows to cool themselves.Then Trish lifted her dress up over her shoulders and threw it to the floor, she turned and ran out through the open ranch slider, her tit’s. " She is the one that..." I began to blurt out. "Wait, sweet?" I asked,shaking my head sharply in very short jerks. "What do you mean 'sweet ofher'?" I inquired."It was nice of her to help you do it right, I mean," Momma answeredplainly. She, by now, was coming around the side of the couch and hadjust sat down next to me. "It isn't easy to tie such a pretty bow in theback of a dress like this." Momma said, running her hands along the hemof my dress ruffling the multi-layered petticoat that made. The big problem was thehair. It was now Fire red and full of curls! "What did you do to my hair,will this wash out tonight?" The women laughed and sat me down."It's like this sweetie, your hair is now permed and those curls andcolor will not wash out for a month." What! I can't go to school on Monday with permed red hair everyone willlaugh at me!" That's a great subject to talk about sweetie," The woman got a pissedoff look on her face as she pulled me up onto my heels by my permed hair."You. “Commit adultery!” said Thomas, pompously, almost shouting at her.“How could I indeed!” said Claire, with a wry smile, and sat back in the chair, taking another drink from the mug.“You don’t deny it?” he continued ponderously.She noticed Peter glowering at her from ‘his’ chair on the other side of the room.“I don’t answer to you Thomas,” she said grimly. “Less of your insolence, boy!”“But you should answer to me!” Peter had spoken.At last, she thought. “Any discussion about our marriage should.