We're just about ready for Miklit's send off. After that we'll process everyone as they make their decisions. I assume your wife is browsing the world... even as we speak?''Good evening back to you, Mike. Yes, she's lost to the shopping gene and this could take a while. By the way, my name is Miles to my friends. I quit being Mr. President five minutes ago.''Sorry, Mr ... er Miles, this really could take a bit of time. Looks like we're going to have to come up with a better process. Maybe contact. I will see you soon.? An hour, I only had an hour, to be perfect for Him; to be ready for Him. Mymind was swimming trying to remember what I was to do, everything clouded bymy excitement. ?Okay, I have to get it together?, I thought to myself. Pleasingmy wonderful Sir was all that mattered to me from the moment that phone rang,and I knew I would be well rewarded if I pleased Him. I went to the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. He'd restricted me from shavingmyself all week. He knew how. The final few circuitsaround the room I actually did on my own but my legs were trembling inpain and exhaustion.At last I was allowed to sit back in the beautician's chair. If Ithought my legs were in pain before I sat, they were on fire after justa few seconds of sitting. As I sat, they began painting my face withcosmetics. A white base, bright blue blending into violet eye shadow,black liquid eye liner, black eye brow pencil, long false eyelashes,bright red lipstick, a blush of vivid pink. “I reckon they’ll lose’em Cal, they’ll just rot off in a few days.”The three men all looked at Tom but still said nothing. When the two young girls came back from the creek, they looked at the men with disgust and anger. Tom and Cal walked the girls away from the scene and tried to get the story from them. The girls were still very emotional and could hardly tell of the way the men had come upon them in the corn fields as they pulled the tall weeds from the corn.Though two years apart in age,.