When the last of the dishes were in the dishwasher and the kitchen was again clean, I went to go see where they were. I walked to the living room thin...ing that they may have retired there, but they hadn't. Wondering if Master was showing him our playroom, I walked toward the stairs that lead to the basement. The door was cracked open and I heard voices; being very inquisitive, I stopped and listen to see what was being said."Yes, she has been wanting this for some time. I decided to surprise. On the day I saw the van, I'd been out playing football with some friends and was walking back to my house. As I reached my door, I glanced back and there she was, standing talking to one of the removal guys. She must've been about 5'7, long blonde hair in a pony tail, curves in all the right places.It was summer time so she was wearing cut-off denim shorts and white vest top, her skin glistening a little from the hard work of moving. I paused at my door to take in the sight, and as I did, she. He had been the leader of a sting operation that was supposed to trace the cannabis distribution network between the ACT, Southern New South Wales and the West Coast of the US. There was a very strong rumour going around that it was a mob hit. Apart from that several names that appeared in that drug sting also appearing in the investigations into the marijuana cultivation and distribution around Griffith that featured one Robert Trimboli. According to one report I read, the Griffith operation. "She went to her bedroom and came back with a new pair of black stiletto heels, patterned black stockings and a matching diaphanous floor length peignoir so sheer it might as well be transparent. She also presented a small slip of paper with an address."You will wear this." But..." began Catherine realizing she would be virtually nude in a roomful of strangers."You question me?" snapped Alexandra."No, Mistress. Of course not," came the meek reply."Then do as you are told." Yes, Mistress." Now.