" Shouldn't wonder." Russ turned his attention to his breakfast. He couldn't stay put. Ethel might well understand, but that wasn't really the point. ...e had to get to her. "Can I get some wellies anywhere, do you know?" Wellies?" Boots." Russ mimed the act of pulling a pair of boots on."Oh, wellingtons. Wellies! Whatever next? Try the market. Chap there sells footwear. If he can get in to town, of course. And you'll get wet feet getting there, too. Still, there we are..." Oh, absolutely," said. The girls, meanwhile, found appropriate clothing, money, and other necessities that we would need during our stay in 1920's New Orleans. During the search, Bert found the invitation to Peter's Masked Ball. It was in two nights. That was our chance to meet Peter face to face.While everyone worked on the logistics of getting around town and to the party, I went to Yvonne's rooms and experimented. I found that Michael had her "programmed" for lesbian and group sex in addition to her. “To them you are just a slut like Janet,” she added.“JANET is not a slut and we have fun together,” I replied from my cot. “Yeah I heard about that fun as well,” Aunt Lisa said.“Besides that I enjoy my fun better with Janet than I ever did with those boys,” I added not realizing it had come out that way.“Betsy, you have been having lesbian sex with Janet?” Aunt Lisa asked as she sat up on her cot.I somewhat just laid there for a few seconds then I sat up as I replied, “Yes and she is better. She opened her eyes to the blue illuminated screen of her digital alarm clock. The time was 8.18pm. Grief, she had slept the whole afternoon away! She scrambled up from bed and went looking for the cordless phone located somewhere underneath some clothes strewned on the floor. She flung some clothes and magazines aside until she finally found the cordless phone. ‘Hello?’ she lazily answered. ‘Hey sweetie. How’s the first day of school?’ came her mother’s voice from the other end of the line. .