"Prom! Me? Why me? He has the opportunity to go with any real girl hewants." I said sitting up in the tub straight."Darling you are a real girl to him... us, your family and everyone closeto you. If Kyle was to come ask his father and I to accept you as hiswife and our daughter in law you bet we would but with one condition,for us to be grandparents," Gwen said holding me closer to her andkissing my forehead."Mom thanks, but marriage, children, not yet; or at least I hope notyet. Against my. ” “Well then can I be your slave?” “How about maid? Americans don’t do slaves.” “Okay, I’ll cook and clean and do anything else you want me to do.” “It’s a deal! First thing this afternoon, we have to get you some clothes Go take a shower.” “But I have no way to pay you back. I cannot take clothes from you.” “You’re damn near nude. I won’t have my maid running around like that. You must look good! After all, I am an Army officer.” That seemed to satisfy her. She smiled and trotted off to the. After all we have common sense about these things. In other words, we love you, but we can do it without all the hair and stuff irritating our complexions. We girls are very sensitive about our skin, and hair is an irritant we have to put up with from you because we all love you so much." Well excuse me Miss Einstein. I think maybe you are getting a little too smart for your britches. Maybe I ought to remind you who's the boss around here." We already know who that is, and I guarantee you it. The girl took a deep breath and swallowed."Do you want to feel it?" I asked, taking a step toward her, my spear bobbling well before me, bouncing up and down.She shook her head. "No, no, I don't think so." As you can see," I said, "I need some relief, some comfort."I heard the other girl coming back and covered myself. She came around the corner and saw the Margy looking at me. I turned and found Sally with a list and pencil in her hand."He heard," Margy said."Shame on you," Sally said, handing.