And maybe, she'd have a word with her mother about doing a bit more practice on her step-father. It had been rather fun putting him through his paces....Perhaps she ought to try a bit more of that.Party Observer, Jill Fenwick, walked slowly down the road. Isobel hadn't done a bad job for a new starter, she thought. She'd get better at it in time, of course, but she had covered all the key points. The other good thing was that the spirit of New Order seemed well embedded with all of the women they. We had no particular group or neighborhood that we wanted to target, so we let the news reports choose for us. There seemed to be a particularly vicious gang, The Dots, operating out of a African-American neighborhood. They were concentrating on drugs and prostitution, with a little numbers and a lot of protection thrown in.Their neighborhood was called The King Place because of a now-defunct housing project called The MLK Towers. All but one of the apartment buildings had been razed, but one. ”“Well Tim, do you want me as a girlfriend.”“Oh I rather think so, can’t interfere with the master plan can we. I always dreamed of having a clever girlfriend who is also drop dead gorgeous.”“I might admit to the brains but gorgeous don’t be silly.”“Take a second opinion when you stop sticking your hair in that awful bun and remove those ugly glasses, yes you look very nice indeed, little brother in law is a lucky man,”“Remember I like girls as well so I agree you are definitely tasty but I am. We talked a little more and I started to wonder if the hypnotism had worked or if she was playing me as she made no sexual movements. I offered her a wine and shuffled into the kitchen to sort it out, I popped the cork, grabbed two glasses and skipped back to the lounge. When I re-entered the room I noticed a few significant changes as I looked at Eleanor. She was now sitting crossed legged and had a cushion on her lap. One hand was hidden underneath it. I also noticed a section of bra strap.