Her mother was the same I'd imagine. Pity the man she married. Pity me.Before going out to work, I see through the window it's gonna be another scorch...r today. They talk about the drought here in Dallas like it's something new. Happens all the time. It'll eventually rain and folks will have something else to bitch about. You know how that is. But it looks hot even for 9 AM.I go in the bedroom and decide to make today amusing, so I peruse my wardrobe of fine clothes and select some old gym. Believe me it's not like that," Ben said."Yeah mom, it's really cool. They got a swimming pool and satellite dish," Julie interfered."Yeah and a pool table too," Ben added.Mrs. Malone laughed. "Oh so you're saying your own home is boring?" No, mom. It's just that they are so much fun to hang out with. They've quickly become our best friends," Julie explained."Fine you can spend the night, just try not to make it a habit. We like to have you guys around here to you know."Julie put on a pair of. ?You?re very, verydrunk?? I interrupt Paul with a long, deep kiss that, despite initialresistance, he greedily reciprocates. The look on his face when I breakaway from the kiss tells me that it's something he's wanted for a very,very long time."I'm sorry I taste like vomit," I giggle, making Paul also laugh andgive me another slow, deep kiss. Within seconds, we've left my en-suiteand are back in my bedroom, Paul's hands expertly loosening the laces ofmy corset, which I gratefully free myself. "May I suggest that we get business out of the way and then you, Rita, can relax and enjoy yourself?" asked Becca."Thank you," said Rita inwardly amazed at the confidence and ability of such a young girl. Isobel smiled to herself. She knew her niece and was becoming daily more impressed with her."Right then," said Rita opening her brief case and handing round last year's autumn catalogue. "You'll see that most of the things we do are woollens: jerseys, cardigans, jackets and skirts. There are.