“Keep the others as French maids.”“Yeah, that’s a plan.” I frowned. “Still, better get the fun-to-play games out too, just in case.”“Y...��know? I’ve dated Sams, Alexes, and a Max myself,” he said.“Not as hot as mine,” I countered.“No, no sir. Seriously, if you don’t or can’t make a move for Sam tonight, come by with your surviving harem,” he said. “Or tomorrow night. After that I’ll have to eat little cheese cubes and pepperoni slices on crackers by myself.”“Yeah, maybe. Sam first,” I said.“Sam. He loved the silk, satin and lace garments he saw them wearing and often wondered what it would be like to wear them and feel them against his skin. He kept this desire to himself as it would have received a negative reaction from his friends and family. He had no sister to borrow from and he could not bring himself to steal his Mother's things, so he buried these desires deep inside. All that would change the year he came upon a woman with a flat tire as he peddled home from his part time job.. "She had this faraway look then, and hearing her talk about him that way didn't make me happy."So why don't you do it, then? Let him have what he wants?"She stifled a little sob."I did try. But it just didn't work. No matter how slow he tried to go, it just wouldn't fit. It hurt so much," she said, her tears getting stronger again."I don't know what to tell you."She took a deep breath and her tears slowed. She took another deep breath, and lifted the bag she'd brought. When she looked me in the. I might have known my friend Sandman at 18 years of age but the person at 28 was a sick twisted animal. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked God that I wasn't the target of his rage.I was sure Peterson Sr. had read this report and must have had a good old fashioned belly laugh, he must have felt like a kid at Christmas watching the Bates clan and knowing an anvil was about to be dropped on them.My guess is Peterson Sr. wasn't real happy about the scandal that would.