It had to be perfect. It just had to be. Nothing else would do. Perfection. ‘Good girl.’ The words echoed off the sides of her mind. Bounced for a... eternity from neuron to neuron. How many times had she heard those words? Had many times had her Nana praised her for being her ‘good little girl?’ When she sat so still in church. When she sat her peas. Even when she just waited patiently for her to finish her doll’s dress. She placed the final stitch that would hold the bow in place. She knew. I could see Anna's curves in the dim light. She looked up at me and without breaking lock with her mouth gave me a little wave with two fingers. The corners of her mouth twitched up into a smile of sorts.I glanced over at Abby. She had one eye weakly open and a smile on her face as she watched the blatant sexual act right next to her. With our running around and busyness, we'd gotten out of the habit of waking each other in Anna's L.A. home with sexual gestures like this – blowjobs or. “I know nothing except that I found you trussed up like a chicken and naked. I brought you in, looked after you, cared for you and you accuse me?”I was playing the injured innocent to the life. Reshad seemed convinced.“What is that about you wearing red panties to work?”“Have you ever seen me wear red panties?” I asked. “Do I own any red panties?”He didn’t know about the spell-ridden silk French knickers nestling under the sink.“What are you going to do?” I asked.“I should go to the. The keys? Ha! Who needs keys when my scanner had already reproduced their garage-door opener!The key point, I figure, about a successful blackmail is to understand your targets well. Having a piece of evidence that can be held against them is not enough to capitalize the maximum gain. I planted several wireless mini-microphones in their house. Bedroom was of primary interest so I put two by their bed. Kitchen, family room, the study and the telephone were all bugged. After this was done, I.