.. not that it had really left it! Mum looked crushed, which is when I spoke up. I told her it looked amazing and that I didn't realise she had such g...od legs. She said thank you and leaned down to kiss me, not caring what the old man thought about it. I could see she was still hurt, so I whispered in her ear "You look SO sexy!!". She smiled and went to change. When she came back, she was wearing a loose t-shirt and jogging trousers. She asked if there was room beside me on the sofa. I moved. I bought a Colt Army revolver, the last one he had in stock, from the Bradyville gunsmith, and he converted it to use the Henry metallic cartridges. I also bought two converted spare cylinders for Fawn’s pistol so that she could reload without having to fool with that damned loading gate.I was amazed at how accurate Fawn became with the Colt Army revolver at up to 100 feet, so I had to admit that she had passed that requirement. While we were about it, I had her become familiar with shooting my. , etc., etc....And on their own special rack in the middle of the room were a coupledozen or more French Maid outfits in varying colors and styles.Obviously Sandy did a lot of French Maid parties! There was the classicworking maid dress in a longer length for more formal (less sexy)occasions, and then the dresses became skimpier and skimpier as my eyeswent down the rack. Some had off the shoulder sleeves, some no sleevesbut just a halter top, quite a few with simply a bustier top, and. Joe learned that little piece of information long before he’d ever had his first interview with the man. ‘I’ve got a meeting to get to. We’ll discuss this over lunch tomorrow.’ Joe stood up and smoothed his jacket. ‘I didn’t do anything wrong, Tom. You know that.’ ‘We’ll see.’ Sandy raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth when he stormed past her desk. ‘Not now, Sandy.’ ‘But, Mr. Runn–’ ‘I said not now! Hold all my calls.’ ‘Mr. Runn–’ ‘Shut up or you’re fired.’ Shock blossomed on her face for.