‘But what if they know?’ ‘All they know is what they see, and all they see are two beautiful young women sitting outside a beach bar enjoying lu...ch!.’ ‘I feel very exposed. We should have sat indoors.’ ‘Exposed,’ hummed Gwen. ‘You should be used to that. I still can’t believe that you wander around crowded beaches wearing nothing at all!’ ‘I’ve been doing that here since the day and hour I was born, it’s perfectly natural.’ That was an old argument with nothing new to be added. Angela looked. If I wasn't so sleepy all thetime, I don't know how I could deal with the boredom between the time hewakes up and the time he gets home. I smiled, thinking of my master'stouch... oh, how I wish I wouldn't. I really should hate him for makingme into a mere decoration within his home, a past time, but... he haddesigned me too well.Perhaps it is worth telling the story. I was low on cash. All jobprospects had looked bleak, when I found the most unusual advertisementwedged into the paper. It read. "What are *you*staring at?" asked Natasha playfully. She arched her back, causing her full young breasts to thrust out proudly from her chest - two pale globes of flesh tipped with small pink circles."You certainly have sprouted," said Lizzie, blushing slightly. She held up the red dress, and Natasha put her arms and head through. "When I was here three years ago we were both as flat as baking stones."Natasha freed her hair from the neckhole and let the long dress fall down past her waist.. "Looks like a lot of people are headed towards Greer today," Sam announced, as if reading the words straight out of her thoughts."Oh ... looks like, yeah," Jenna said, startled a bit at the eeriness of Sam's timing."We've got tickets to The Dalles, but we'll be getting off in Biggs," Sam announced. "We'll take the old highway 97 up out of the canyons straight into Wasco."Jenna nodded. What he proposed made sense.Even with the delay it was an early morning departure for the Pride, and both Sam.