Now back to work!"She sent me on my way with a brisk slap to my left bottomcheek. Wincing, I pulled up my sheer black panties, andwent about my duties... the butt plug twitching and seemingto swell with every move, making each step a torment, butalso a shameful pleasure.When I returned to my tiny bedroom late that afternoon, Ifound a note waiting atop a box on my single bed. I edgedpast the armoire that contained my uniforms and lingerie,and opened the letter with "Maid Nikki" in fine script. Sally had one of those laughs that you laughed alongwith. That afternoon he accompanied Trudy shopping. Nothing seemed tocatch his eye. Trudy kept after him, calling him a tightwad andpenny pincher to try to get him into the shopping frenzy he'd beenin that first long week-end at Irma's. He didn't seem to find anything that caught his eye. They werewalking down the second level concourse when Trudy saw him lookingcloser into a western clothing store. She wasn't into westernclothing but she. “Both of you get back! Scram!”I kind of had to kick them a little to get them to back off, sending them scurrying back to the couch to watch us. I brought the girl into the kitchen and sat her down in one of the chairs. Now with proper lighting, I was able to get a better look at her and confirm the strangeness of her body (beyond her ears and tail of course). She wasn’t a little girl; she was a woman, well, college student age, but just tiny. I don’t mean that she was stocky and scrunched up. ’ ‘So we have a schoolyard fight to sort out, which means a lot of he said, she said. Then we have one of the fighters, with no family and no money we know of, has stolen a truck but left it filled with gas and an apology note, and disappeared into foothill trees a hundred miles from here.’ ‘That’s about it, boss.’ Turning to his most junior detective, a tough Irishman recently promoted from patrol, he said, ‘Shamus, I want you to pursue this case aggressively. I want a written note to the file.