I looked at Philip, he had fallen asleep. For the first time in days. Ilaid him down and quietly left the bed chamber to tell my thoughts toMum and Ap...leby."Of course!" Appleby exclaimed after I had explained my thoughts. "Itseems so simple now. They are essentially the Hollywood zombies! Haveyou told the council?" They wouldn't listen to me," I said. "They freak out whenever I enterthe council chamber. But if you were to suggest it, it would make itlook like that's what you've been working on. And that wasn't all -- as soon as I delivered my first tray of beers Idiscovered something else about my G-string: It was a purse! That'swhere the kids put my tips. They could just shove anything they wantedinto the pouch, and what with my hands busy holding pitchers andglasses, there wasn't much I could do if their fingers lingered, rubbingmy shirking crotch till I gasped.Apparently, though, most of the crowd caught on to something before Idid: most of my tips came in Change. Get it? Change.. It was SO comfortable I raved about it the next morning at breakfast while when it was under my new nylon robe, my pert new breasts poking out so demurely. Daddy only came out from behind his paper long enough for a quick glance. Apparently he didn't fully appreciate our little lingerie game. I don't think he appreciated how my new mules clacked on the wood floor either. Well, pooh on him!I noticed while dressing that mom had apparently gone through all the drawers of my chest and removed ALL. ”He gave a hand signal and the cage slowly descended to the stage. William open the padlock and motioned for slave missy to step out. She did.“I call your attention to the guards surrounding the stage,” he said loudly as he gestured with his arm at the dozen uniformed guards who had appeared around the stage. “Eight of these guards have tranquilizer guns,” he explained. Then speaking very solemnly he added, “Four of them are armed with standard ammunition.”Turning to missy he said, “I think.