I was just about at the end of my tether whenSally walked in."My, Frilly! What pretty knickers you are wearing. Tell me about them."Who wants to tell ... woman about the knickers they are wearing? ApparentlyI do. The options are limited to one!"They are satin gym knickers, Mistress. I like wearing them very much andthank you for allowing me to have these pink ones, they match the colourof my corset very nicely"Hopefully, I haven't left anything out!The inevitable hand came out. Poor little. Mr. Ellis and his associates that he had us hire were making our files of information better than those J. Edgar Hoover’s files of the past. Mr. Ellis was able to build onto our files from our storied past. When Mr. Ellis and his team got knee deep in a case, they got busy going through all the information to see what was true, and what was a lie, and or fake.While Michael and Ora Ellis were happy with their current home, they were offered, and had accepted one of the last very large guest. Bruce:"Hello, Uttie, I sorry that I startled you."Uttie:"That's alright, Bruce. I just was not expecting you until later in the day. I am the only one home right now; everyone else is out and the children are at school."Bruce:"That's just as well. I would like to get some information from you about the social and political organization of your world from your point of view."Uttie:"I don't know what to tell you; we're just people."Bruce:"But, Uttie, I know absolutely nothing about you or your. Millie looked upset. "I remember some things, and I don't remember others. I can't help that!"Boots held up a hand. "Don't cry, now. It just seemed odd, that's all. Warshin' out yer clothes is easy. You just get it wet and wad it up and work the dirt out of the threads, and then squeeze it as dry as you can," said Boots, pragmatically.Millie bent over the tub and worked at her task. Once she was finished, she turned and handed the wet dress to Boots, who was staring at her."What's wrong?" asked.