”Felicity handed Cindy a business card. It said, ‘Cowgirls Incorporated, Felicity Morgan, ‘ and included her phone, email and a web address.“C...wgirls Incorporated? I like the name, although I don’t see you as a cowgirl.” She laughed. “I hope someday soon you’ll tell me that story.”“Not much to tell, Airforce wife, British expat, transplant to California via Texas. I’d be happy to fill in the blanks one of these days.”“It’s a deal when I have more time. So tell me how signing with you might. ..my stockings were seamed and I looked like a st Trinian ..... Daddy said he would teach me a lesson and dragged me to the car fully dressed and made up with a blonde pigtail wig with ribbons. He drove me to some notorious toilets in a rest area on the A1 and in full view of anyone looking dragged me into the toilets and pushed me into a cubicle ...... making me kneel facing the glory hole he handcuffed my hands behind my back and also my ankles so I was going nowhere..... he then rucked my. “Maybe not”, I replied. “I guess I should turn in then, it’s getting late”, I said as I pretended to pull down the covers and climb into the small twin bed.She squealed indignantly and growled, “Don’t you fucking dare!” as she reached over and swatted my hand away from the covers. “I’ve been waiting for this all evening”.“Well, then you definitely are overdressed!”, I joked. She stuck her tongue out at me, but stood up and in one quick motion peeled off her tank top so that her breasts popped. Dodge a bullet there” she laughed, a bit nervously.“Uh, yeah. So here’s the thing, she wants to meet you” he said with a wince.Silence.A little more silence.He listened very carefully. Is that her breathing?“Cindy? Hey, you there?” he asked.Softly he heard “Uh huh.”“So, you okay. You know, meeting my sister” and ever so softly “and her family?”“Uhm, okay. But, what about, you know, will she say anything? To your Mother?”Shaking his head, as if she could see him, “No. Jane and my Mother, well,.