You were looking at me, at my naked body, weren't you? Tell me."She was so forceful that I admitted that was what I was doing. She turned and went to ...er front door, saying back to me, "Come here, come inside. We're gonna talk about this. You're in big trouble."I followed her inside and she told me, "You're in deep shit, you know. I'll tell your mother and you'll get hell for what you did." Don't tell my mom, please don't do that. I really didn't mean anything bad," I gasped."You were looking. They met Jane that evening at dinner and were star struck the entire time. Jane looked carefully at each of them, her hand turning their heads this way and that as if deciphering their facial and bone structures.She smiled at them and told them, “You have very good genes!”Sandy blushed and looked at Randy.The next day, their driver packed them all off for their flight to Kigali. Jane held Sandy’s hand, patting it, and told her, “I fly a hundred times a year, and I still don’t like it!” she. It had large, bright chrome wheels, chromeand pinstriped embellishments all over the deep, blue coach body. Theinterior treatment was truly lavish. It was lined completely with baby-blue satin quilting, including the underside of the hood. The linens,quilts, and pillow were all in white satin. Too bad the color schemewasn't for a girl infant. As a crossdresser, I would have enjoyed theescape more. Also stored nearby were the rest of the baby's wardrobe.....diapers, footed sleepers, bonnets,. . I..." She paused to think. "Ican't... just... give... them away." Annabelle and Bee lookedperplexed. Charlotte's expression was indecipherable. The Mistresssighed, then stood up straight. "Do you know who I am?" she asked."Yeah," Annabelle replied. "You're the Metal Mistress." The Metal Mistressssss!!" Bee hissed."Heh!" The Mistress motioned toward Bee. "I am your enemy! I am thescariest... thing... you know about!" No, you're not," Annabelle said flatly."Oh, yes I am! I'm Sheila.