"Do you make any money out of all those activities?" I asked in a mildway. I certainly didn't want to frighten her.She answered rather apologetically,..."I am not Jess; I work as anapprentice for Mrs. Atkins, really helping her and learning the workand of course I offered to clean Millie's house for nothing, she is agood friend as you know and she helped me tremendously as I wasdeveloping my Marcia persona."I felt a small jolt of jealousy as Marcia mentioned her 'closefriendship' with Millie. Was. Already the heat is building up in your bottom.Seven...eight...A couple of extra hard ones now.Thank you, Sir.And still your cunt is so slutty and hungry. I'll need to inspect it now by shoving two fingers deep inside your hole.Aaah!You're still not behaving are you?Oh, Sir.When I slide my fingers back and forth in your fuck hole you squirm. I am sure you're getting wetter as well.I told you, Sir. I need to be punished severely.Ten more...this time we'll go extra hard.Thank you, Sir.Nicely. I'd been gone more than two weeks.Julie and Barbara returned to DC Friday evening and were met by Liz atNational and the three went back into town for dinner. The girls wereexasperated with the lack of new information. Weeks after thedisappearance they weren't giving up but each needed to get back totheir jobs. This left Barb with some time on her hands. She decided toreturn via train to our apartment to see if there was any hint of areason I had disappeared. On Monday afternoon she arrived and. ”A few weeks before I had stolen a six pack of beer from a party that my dad had for his work friends. I was not allowed to drink so I had stashed them away waiting for a good opportunity to try drinking them. With my parents away I knew this was the opportunity I had been waiting for.After dinner I confessed my crime to Rachel. “I’ve got a secret to tell you, but you must promise not to tell Dad.”“Ooh, I love secrets,” Rachel said, conspiratorially. “What is it?”“I stole six beers from Dad’s.