When the door bell rang, Peggy saw her mother’s eyes fill with more fear. Just opening the door would expose Joan and Peggy to whoever was there.Tom...y opened the door and admitted four young boys, hardly older than they were.“Come on in, guys,” he said. “We’ve got them ready for you.”Peggy had never seen the boys before, and neither had her mother. They both blushed a deep red. Joan tried to protest, but her gag only allowed moans to come through. Peggy started to shake with fear. Peggy was not. I cooked up some frozen vegetables, broccoli with cheese sauce and poured myself a Guinness. After the rather satisfying meal, I poured another Guinness and casually made my way into the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed glancing out the window. I could not see my new friend. Where could she be, I wondered? Within moments she appeared. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was wrapped in a white towel. She held the towel on her head with one hand as she reached out and turned on. Hawkins mentioned 'house rules'?" "Yes house rules... the first one is the customers aren't allowed to touch. We can touch them, but they can't do more than an 'accidental' brush of us," Rachael said wiggling her fingers in mock quotation marks at the word accidental. "We allow the customer to maybe brush across our nipples or run their hand along the back of our leg or something but not much more. Paul and Tom do a pretty good job of keeping an eye on the customers and they know just how far. "I think we can find a way to split up everything," I said. "Honestly, I think most of it I wouldn't be willing to fight about anyway. I'm just so tired of fighting with you."A look of determination settled on Gail's face."If you would do anything around here to help me out, we wouldn't fight," she said harshly."Yes we would," I said softly. "We always have. If it wasn't this, it would be something else. If I did all the housework and cooked all the meals, you'd be angry that I wasn't spending.