You’re starting to smell like my sisters, and it’s freaking me out.’ ‘I smell like your sisters?’ I said confused, as I looked at Master. �...But I’ve been using Grace’s shampoo…’ ‘…And I’m more closely related to her than I am to my father.’ Master said, ‘We both have the same father, and our mothers are half-siblings. Of course, that doesn’t change that you still smell like dandruff shampoo and woolite.’ ‘I see.’ I said, not quite comprehending all of that. My master then grabbed me and pulled. A purse, a licence, an address in Cheshire, not too far from her, credit cards and over two hundred pounds neatly folded. Clothes for the morning, two remaining pairs of knickers and a roll-up bag at the bottom. The shower stopped as Ceri retreated to the chair, by the champagne."I feel so much better, Ceri." Sara walked into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her tits, that just covered her arse. She dropped her dirty knickers onto the neat pile Ceri had made, without acknowledging its. We're in here." Then, almost blinding us after being in darkness for so long, a soft light penetrated into the room where we were. "Yes, down here," I shouted. My eyes grew accustomed to the light and could now see Bonnie. "Bonnie, you've got your shorts on backwards," I whispered to her."Oh, God!" she whispered and pushed her shorts down and off her feet. She turned them around and immediately pulled them back up. While she was doing so, she afforded me a view of her panty-clad bottom and my. She closed the door, put her briefcase down, took off her coat, and stood with arms crossed looking at the trio. They stood."Um, Mom? Something has come up." I'm sure it has," she sighed.Betty came down the stairs two at a time, landing with a plop by the front door. Homework was done, diary was written in, music was listened to. Time to see what Mom was getting ready for dinner! Maybe, if she offered to help, it would turn into a good time to ask about going to a movie this weekend with Thomas.