The women seldom went into town alone and when they did it was always together. Peter, like his father before him, did not like his women straying far...Meg tiptoed down the stairs on stockinged feet and stopped at the bottom to put on her high heels. She hung onto the newel post for support and was too busy with the task to notice that Millie had not gone outside to start her Chevrolet Impala. The flashy car with its burgundy body and white roof, twin headlights and chrome trim and wheels was. She had to admit the conversation wasn't very interesting and she felt a huge need to find her friends.She told him she was sorry but she had to find her group of friends and he insisted on helping her find them. She just went along with it and started to head towards the dance floor that was packed with people all dressed (if that is what you would call it) in very provocative costumes. She could hardly see anything between the bodys pushing against each other, let alone her friends. Her guy. ”“But they weren’t active members?” Whitaker asked.“No, not really. They sat back and listened in the meetings they attended, but they never contributed, and always sat a little apart. I actually found them a bit troubling,” Martin said, and then held up his hands, fending off assumed protest. “Not because they were Muslim or middle eastern. They just ... their attitude wasn’t very welcoming. We try hard to make sure we include everyone that wants to join JITME, but they could barely contain. I was just completing washing the kitchenfloor at midday when I heard the front door opening, I looked up andsaw it was Donna. My heart was suddenly in my throat a sick tighteningin the pit of my stomach.I knew what she expected and putting down the mop I took the hem of mydress between my fingers and thumbs and lifting it to show my pantiesas she had instructed, I made my best attempt at curtseying deeply toher."Good morning Mistress, do you want a cup of tea mistress?"She looked at me.