On the way there, I asked her if she knew what she'd be doing tonight? Anything like last week?"They haven't said anything about it; I'm assuming I'll...be dancing and stripping like the other girls this time, though. I think last week was an initiation into their little club.She hadn't dressed in anything particularly provocative, just a short skirt and fairly low cut blouse. Probably different than she'd wear to the law office but she would to a dinner date. She hadn't brought anything with her. In fact, there was alittle spark before she left, he remembered. “No, she’s not angry.” Sophie pulled the handle on therecliner and sat back. She waggled her feet on thefootrest. She kicked off her penny loafers and they fellto the carpet. “How ’bout you, Greylon, are you angry?”“Well, if it’s true.”“Greylon, I guarantee you, it’s true.”He thought, and he examined his feelings. He knew hewasn’t feeling anger at the. We had a talk about this at the start of the holiday didn’t we?”The two girls dissolved into tears and promises of never, ever doing it again. They would do anything to be let off. Jo-Lene would send them home. “Well ... I suppose I could impose a punishment and leave it at that.” Yes, yes, they said, anything. Which they actually meant. These two fourteen year olds were still in the Clive Skythe fan club. They meant ‘anything’. “No, not that! I’m not going to prison for a quick fuck, thank. There was no such thing as Spanish. In fact, the concept of naming languages was unknown. It was just the words everybody used. Like the 7 or 8 forbidden words, there were words we thought of as Spanish that meant specific things.Patron or Patrona were reserved for very few people. For Maria and I, the capital P was always in place. The same with Grace, over at her property. For the rest of our group, the word might be used with a small p. I supposed the literal translation would be 'boss' for.