Icould not find any data relating to wages, but I did find records oforders for uniforms and, interestingly, hormone treatments. And norecords of the ...urchase of any feminine sanitary products!" All circumstantial evidence," John pointed out, "but enough to convinceme that our boys are there and the family have recruited or capturedfeminised boys to staff the house and estate. I presume the lack ofwages suggest either modern slavery or the price paid to live as a maid.Or maybe both." One more. "You okay, miss?" enquired the cabbie as they headed towards Riversideand Bella's apartment. Ben was already starting to think of it as hisplace. He supposed the question was a natural one for a driver pickingup a fare from a hospital. "You were visiting?" No, I, well, sorta. I had to take a friend in." He okay?" Sure. Best place for him, I guess." But Christmas Eve, what a time to leave you on your own, eh?"Ben looked at the cabbie. Dark, old, dishevelled. Long, straggly hairstreaked. A ‘V’ in the rocks caused waves to come together there, and great geysers of seawater were smashed skywards every couple of minutes. Enough water to fill a small swimming pool launched forty feet into the air, paused for dramatic effect, then crashed down onto the rocks below us.We stood and watched; it was impossible not to be awed each time by the force of the spectacle.I put my arm around her thin shoulders; Ava was clever and tough mentally, but physically she was thin and delicate.“It’s. "Let's take our shirts off," she whispered."But, my mom and dad..." They never bother us, and always knock. Help me..." she lifted her arms and I raised her tee off her arms. She removed mine and unclasped my bra."Are you sure, mai-rabu...?" I felt an almost dizzy weakness as her hands slipped down my chest, soft across my nipples. I drew in a breath. She answered me by dropping her face down to my chest and taking my breast in her mouth. Her tongue churned my nipple, making soft sucking.