"Why not? I do." She then hiked up her shirt, revealing anidentical bra, along with her ample cleavage and flat stomach.I went to put on the bra."Let ...e help you," said Brenda, pulling down her shirt. Shestood behind me and helped me pull the feminine garment aroundmy arms. Then she hooked it in the back. I felt like I wasthrottling on the elastic straps. I wanted to look at myreflection, but she blocked my view. "Not yet."Brenda then showed me a couple of washcloths, which she beganwadding up.. "I was taken."She blinked. "Taken? By who?" Mr. Woodhouse." What?" He tried to steal my blood for some spell."She blinked again. She looked down at her feet."Is Renee... ?" She's the same." Oh my god. What will we do?"Her voice sounded pitiful. I went and sat next to her, putting my arm around her."Well, first we set things straight – you know – with Madison." Oh." Yes. Then, we regroup, get Shelly to come back – if we can – talk to April. After that, we figure out how to help Renee." Can we do. I did get him to talk by asking him to explain what some of those slang termsmeant. As I expected, they were all variations on the theme of white women who dated, sucked, andfucked black men. Then we talked a little about work as we arrived at the warehouse. Billy wassurprised when I got home so early, at only a little after 9:00 pm. We sat at the kitchen table andtalked as I pumped milk from my painfully-swollen breasts, to store for the baby. He wanted to knowhow it went, and I told him. Still, it was a great way to spend the day. I was really relaxed when I got home, even if I did smell like a horse!The next morning I was up bright and early, pacing waiting for Mary Ann to pick me up. To say I was anxious would be a huge understatement. If this didn't go well, we basically had an extremely expensive paperweight, and most of the money I got from the settlement would be down the tubes. I had a lot of plans for the future, but they all required money. Not that I thought we were.