" Thanks," she said. "Coming from a man of refinementlike yourself, that really makes my fucking day."I knew then, for sure, it was time to leave. The...ousecleaners were getting hostile. Anger was allaround me. I figured it was time to get in my car andboom for someplace a little more normal; I'd go see afriend in San Francisco.I got past the desk clerk without incident and had mycar brought around. The bellboy was struggling withbags. "What the hell do you have in these damnthings?" He asked."A. We had been over and over the story and I had rehearsed Anne and Bill till they had their stories word perfect. Jane had reluctantly told me her side of the tale which tallied with Anne’s. We were all frustrated with the twice a day visits to the police station to report in. We were all living in Anne’s home and I had most of my clothes there. We were waiting for Anne to finish fixing dinner when I heard the sound of a cell phone. A ring tone I had not heard before. ‘Oh Business!’ said Ann as. He is such a good fuck I may keep him around. But, enough of me, did you fuck the photographer?”“He asked me to pose for him but I said I would let him know in the morning. No, I am not like you, sis. I did not... you know. But, when I visited his gallery, he did fondle my ass and pushed his... you know, against me but I didn't do anything to tarnish my marriage."“Was his cock huge?”Hope turned bright red and said, “Sis, I am married.”“But not dead. Do you honestly believe Mace is faithful? I. * * * * The next day, Mistress Stephanie Richards drove up. In the passenger seat was the girl that Stephanie recommended. Janet opened the door for the two of them. Since it was quite warm, they didn't have coats on. Stephanie wore a dress, and so did Tina. "Please come in," greeted Janet. "Thank you," said Stephanie, "Tina this is Janet Davis, the Mistress I told you about." "Pleased to meet you, Mistress Janet." "But where is Mistress Tiffany?" asked Stephanie. "In the library,".