Rachael gazed at the view, her eyes studying. It let me look at her and admire the view. She was very pretty. With childhood still lingering in traces... maturity peeked out, promising a girl of arresting beauty, her coffee ice cream skin flawless. Her nose was slightly broad around her nostrils but suited her wide, expressive mouth, her lips very lush.“You’re staring,” she observed without turning her head.“I’m admiring, not staring.”“Same thing.”“Not really. You’ve got holes where you pierced. You and your partner are greeted at the door by a small woman in Geisha make-up and a flowing gold kimono. You assume this is your host and accept the greeting warmly. You thank her for the invitation and move into the room, as directed by her. You expect it to be a dance floor, but it’s far too small. You wait to see what will happen next as more and more guests file into the room. Eventually, the last of the guests arrive and the doors are shut. The Porcelain Doll steps gracefully up onto a. It's up to you."After Paul had left the next morning, Pete and Brenda sat in the living area of their mobile home, almost overwhelmed at what he had dumped on them. A new contract? TV and radio commercials? Brenda too? It was going to take some thinking and advice. Without saying anything, Pete picked up the phone and punched in the numbers for the Jackson's home in Hammondsport, New York."Juanita? It's Pete Polson. How are you?"Hi Pete. We're all great. The kids are out with Lionel on the boat. "I'll finish her." Like hell you will." Then do it."Brian turned to me. "What do you want me to do?"I glanced at Kevin, who merely raised his eyebrows again. He wasn't going to give me any direction this time. Still, I didn't believe it was really up to me. Even if he was out of control, he was still in charge, and I worried about what he might do to me if I defied him. Besides, he'd started this whole thing with Brian, and now I was curious. I wanted to know how he'd feel inside me. I was also.