They wore green shirts (sleeveless for the fivegirls) and green, knee-length boots, but nothing else. All were crying profuselyand violently trembling... and they kicked out hard from time to time with theirfeet. The whole time, they held on tight to their nether regions. The fiveboys had what must have been painfully stiff erections. "So," said the tailor. "Look where your avarice has gotten you." "Y-yes, good master," said one of the girls, whose hair was especially curly. "Your p-poison has. I waited until Johnston had disappeared before I went to meet Beth. I had the recorder with me, so she may not have heard the part about kidnapping her and selling her as a prostitute or a sex slave. If she had heard, I am surprised that she didn’t attack right away. On the other hand, she may have been so shocked that she was frozen in place. Well, I would know in a minute.As soon as I got to her, she asked, “Did I hear it right? Are they planning to kidnap me and sell me as a slave to Mexico. "Just a few more things. There was a special sale that I ran acrossduring the week and stopped and picked up a few things for myself andfound some things I thought you might like."She brought out several panties some sheer, some with lace, and mostlyin pastel shades. Then there was a beautiful slip with lace at the topand hem. Lastly there was a wonderful dress in ivory with lace overlay."There is one more thing I thought you might need."She brought out a package and handed it to me. It was. Of course Susan's dad and I never got along. I wasn't good enough for his precious little girl. We went on and life seemed good. We had our arguments like all couples but her parents were always interfering.She said she wanted to work instead of staying home with the kids. She started working for her dad as a secretary for his agency. My mom babysat the kids. Susan hadn't worked for three months before our love life took a hell of a dip. She was always too tired or not feeling well.One morning.