Sissy was sheathed in a soft red satin halter neck dress, it shimmered when she moved, whispered against her skin and reeked of sex and seduction. Her...long blonde hair hung full and straight, almost reaching her behind, barely disguising the fact that her back was bared. Open toed high heeled patent leather sandals peeked from beneath the dress, as red as the dress itself.Missy was a picture in soft white virginal lace, it absolutely dripped from her, the contrast with her glowing chestnut hair. “Perhaps a carriage driver can deliver us to the correct area,” he continued as he signaled a passing carriage. The driver knew where we wanted to go, and soon we were afoot again in an area of large elegant houses with a profusion of fancy ironwork.Over the next three days, we toured Savannah extensively looking at the ironwork. We even passed the De Soto Hotel. It was larger than the Pulaski and very, very fancy, we would not have fit in there. During our travels, Owen pointed out many things. He would know, but I couldn't stop it. "What'cha doing?" he asked me as he opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle of milk we kept there.I didn't know what to do, what to say. "Uh, nothing, uh, what about you?" I inanely asked, watching him pour himself a big glass of milk. "Nothin'—" he grinned, lifting the glass up to his lips and taking a long gulp of milk.It was such a weird feeling. I almost felt naked. Naked and exposed and he could see everything I had. Then I saw his eyes brush. If she asks me to follow her into a back room, I'm making a break for it."Any reason why we couldn't speak right here?" Atheer asked. Out of the corner of her eye, she double-checked that her friends were down the aisle from her. They were, and they were picking up some curio with far less care than a responsible person would have."Hm, I'd rather not," Morra said flatly, dropping her veneer of hospitality for an attitude that was more candid, even if more callous. "The things I'd like to.