Any tattoos?''No.''All the better! I'll be back in a second.' He got up and left the office.I took a deep breath and wondered if I could trust my gyne...ologist, Dr. Claudia, to do it. Neil rushed back, masks, a mirror, and a wig in hands. 'Try this,' he said, handed me the stuff, and turned the mirror on the desk to me. The adventurous side of my brain took over control, inspired by Dr. Claudia. The white mask was okay but uncomfortable. One of the black masks fit like a glove, and he was right.. ”“Jacob,” Sophie whispered in my ear, “I would never do anything to hurt my dear niece—especially on her special night. But should you ever find yourself in New York, I’ll make you very welcome. There are places in New York where we can dance all night. Vertically or horizontally.”Oh, shit! I think that was exactly the kind of signal Rachel told me to watch for. Now what? What do I do?“Sophie, any dance with you would be a pleasure,” I murmured. “Just not tonight.”“Of course not,” she said.. Their hair was the easiest way to tell them apart. There was a redheadalong with a blonde, brunette and black haired girl. Each had theirhair done up in double pigtails."Good to see you again ladies," Ms. Jenkins said."Ms. Jenkins," they all said in unison as they curtseyed."Start by bathing her. Inside and out. Keep your slutty little handsoff of her clitty and out of her virgin sluthole. Then a manicure andpedicure."The girls went to work on Danielle. They stripped her and led her to. Then he heard the sound of footsteps over his head ... the same kind you hear in an apartment when somebody upstairs starts to move around a little too actively. But this was a one-story building and the only upstairs was a roof that there was no outside access to. He just chalked it up to being tired and windy weather outside as he tried to focus again on his work.The sound caught his ear again, only this time it wasn't overhead — instead coming from a back room. There shouldn't be anyone but.