"Good morning, Bud. How long have you been there?" I asked.Bambi stood up so fast her hair whipped over her face. She covered her groin with one hand ...nd crossed an arm over her breasts, which was a futile effort for her since not much could be hidden behind an arm.I wanted to giggle, but that wouldn't have been helpful. Instead, I mimicked Bambi and covered up. The only difference was that I tried to make it a sexy pose instead of a startled one. It worked. When Bambi saw me pose, she followed. ‘Ha, I know. I sure wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that!’ Ken replied in agreement, taking another sip of beer. ‘Hey, isn’t her name Kailey or something?’ Dave asked, looking at Ken. ‘It’s Hayley.’ I said bluntly. Surprised to hear that I had entered the conversation, both Ken and Dave looked at me weirdly. ‘You met her?’ Ken asked, glancing over at me. ‘Yeah, she’s my secretary.’ I said, like it was no big deal. ‘Are you serious? This kid gets the hot girl AND the hot secretary? You have to. She wore satin shorts, a satin jacket, black stockings and six-inch black patent leather platform heels. During the performances, she used her whip selectively, mostly for noise, to emphasize direction, to assure goal were met, to assure a perfect performance, and, truth be told, to reinforce who was boss. It had been bought from a circus, when whips went out of fashion as a tool of less enlightened times. For this time, and place, it was perfect.The audience was made up of connoisseurs,. It appears there were tensions, not relating to publishing, between her and her uncle, and Catherine left his employ.”I recalled Lackington’s appreciative scrutiny of the slinky Miss Gore, and could hazard a guess at what those ‘tensions’ were, but said nothing.“Catherine writes that Whittaker’s have received a manuscript from Italy; the second edition of Frankenstein, with only Mary Shelley’s name appearing on the frontispiece, and no acknowledgment of Becky Sharpe.”“But Becky told us Percy.