Instead of closing her legs in horror, I saw a flicker of a smile on her face and a little pink tongue slowly lick her upper lip. Then, to my astonish...ent, her legs slowly parted. It was barely a movement, just a slight adjustment to anyone else, but it opened up a whole new world to my gaze. I could see the silky smoothness up her upper thighs, her satin pink panties, and, unless it was my imagination, a small wet spot soaking through. I felt a lump in my throat and turned back to the sheikh's. "Jeanine, Honey? What are you doing on these nice folks floor?" asked the laundress. She was carrying my suit, shirt and tie."Jeanine?" asked the bootblack ... he had my shoes."Jeanine," exclaimed the concierge, "Get off the floor." He had the spectacularly colored and form hugging polynesian dress my princess was going to wear to dinner and dancing tonight."That's Jeanine?" asked the busybody gray-haired old battle-ax of a retired schoolteacher who had no business in my suite.That pissed me. “Now look here, mister! I...”Apparently Bill didn’t like the man much, bulling into his horse, making it prance. “You’ll shut the hell up, that’s what you’ll do! When we get back to the ranch, you can straddle that crowbait you rode in on. It’s still in the pasture, eatin’ everything in sight. You wouldn’t want the new boss thinkin’ you were trying to steal his hoss, now would you? If he didn’t plug ya, he’d hang you from the highest tree he could find, and leave you danglin’ until you rotted. As part of his repayment to his son for the unforgivable fuck-up of losing his template, Chuck made sure Todd had the skills of no less than a Class AA professional player, but made sure Missy’s skill level matched him.Like major leaguers in spring training, the two eye-catching girls effortlessly fired and caught the baseball, gradually moving farther apart. And people took notice.Among them was an assistant coach from Cal State Fullerton, Devon Molloy. At first, she leered at the “no-tell”.