Her large breastsstretched out the black leather bustier top. Natasha went into her largebathroom and began to apply make-up. Again instinctively, she...began toapply eyeshadow and lipstick to enhance her already beautiful face. Asshe finished, her telephone rang. It was her manager at Victoria secret.He told her to come to the office to discuss her contract. She alwaysfelt butterflies in her stomach. She knew that this job was the onlything keeping her in America and her being able to support. “I don’t know. Let’s do a wider sweep and see if we can determine where it started and its path,” I told him before we made a sweep of several miles on both sides of what could have been the storm’s path. We still didn’t know where the storm had started or its path. On the way back to the cliffs, we made another observation.“The storm hasn’t moved,” I told Ken, as we neared it. It appeared to be in the same spot where we had first encountered it, and it looked like it was just rotating around a. “It’s a doll.” replied my brother.“Who would play with something like that?” she replied “And where are her clothes?”“Boy that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,” Jay said, trying to steer her into the dinning room. But Granny was relentless.My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, “Hey who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?”I told him she was Jay’s friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually. Catherine said, “You're a pushover; as easy as I was.” “Now what?” said Miranda. “Turn off the lamp. Stand up and dance like we did last night.” The Girl from Ipanema flooded into her ear buds. She swayed her hips in the darkness and felt her nipples against her dress. She never heard them coming. From nowhere, two hard bodies sandwiched her tightly. Strong hands pinned her wrists to her sides. “Enjoy," whispered Catherine. A mouth spoke softly in her ear, “Hello again.” Then Miranda knew. They.