If you fail, hesitate, argue or even look at mein a funny way then she dies. Got it pussycat?"I did not like being called "pussy" but somehow "pussyca..." was worse.But that was the least of my problems and I nodded quickly as anotherman behind me suddenly put a collar round me. It was odd. It was soft -I think made of something fluffy. I looked down and saw a little bit ofthe fluff fall to the floor. It was pink! I found out my collar wasattached to a lead as the man behind me handed it to my. Today, her skirt was shorter than ever and, if my eyes don't deceive me, the bounce of her pert titties showed she's wasn't wearing a bra."Fuck me," said Billy, my very best friend. "Wouldn't you like to get your hands on her?" Fat chance," I sighed. "I got my face slapped last time I tried to grab a handful."My mind went back to last winter when I had escorted her to the New Year's ball. She was all sweetness and light until my hand cupped one of those fucking fantastic tits of hers then all. By adding a little "extra" to the midwife's fee, we got to "adjust" the girls's birthdays.In actuality, the four girls were born over a span of six days, but all four birth certificates read December 25, and we call them "the Christmas quadruplets." I've sworn all the family to secrecy and we like having birthdays to celebrate along with the other holiday festivities.Before the quads were born, we tossed around ideas for names. We kept a big dry erase board in the downstairs play room where we. Look at that." Oh, can't we just go?" No, no. Come on. Hurry."Trudging up the steel steps reluctantly, Alan caught a glimpse of something through the window. Moving up closer, and standing behind Janice, he could see it was the attractive lady he had noticed while they were in the pool.She was about twenty five years old, well shaped, and wearing a skimpy burnt orange bikini. She was standing right up against the window, facing it, and perfectly framed. Alan could see from her knees to the top.