She showed her a copy of the hotel bill which was paid by credit card. The credit card belonged to Barb and the signature seemed valid, even though sh... knew she didn't sign it."Whose signature is this on the bill?" Barb, it must be yours, or so it seems. Hmm, maybe someone came in while we were having fun and took your credit card out of your purse. Maybe that person had practiced you signature a lot before yesterday. Could of happened that way, but I'll never admit it."Barb looked at the young. Such apretty French Maids outfit. Black dress white lace and very fullpetticoats holding the skirt out. Black choker with white lace for acollar, a white lace cap, a pretty white lace apron that said. "SissyMaid Roberta" on it in Pink thread that Anna learned latter thatRoberta had sewn on herself. There were also black open toes heels thathad locks on then and that were probably 5" high. Anna asked about thelocks and Brenda told Roberta to explain them."If you please Ms. Anna, my shoes and my. "MY lasagna," came Vinny's faint voice."The lady likes shrimp," said Bob. "And she's on the verge of becoming a vegetarian."A look of horror crossed Donna's face. "Oh! Well, then, that's different. Veal's not on the menu tonight, but I could get Vinny to make you one that will solve that little problem." Shrimp is fine," said Bob. "And some clams too," he added, as an afterthought."All right," said Donna. She turned to Lacey. "Sweetheart, I'm SO glad he got you here in time."She hurried off, as. Their folks said it was OK for Ruth and David, too, but no more than one glass.The eggs and the ham and the biscuits and our one glass of prosecco left the four of us fat and happy and in a really good mood. After resting a while we all greased up, swimsuits don’t have pockets for sunblock and anyway we weren’t wearing suits, and took off for the raft. We’d have a little time out there before the heat became too much.Everyone says teenagers are obsessed with sex. What a dumb thing to say. Of.