The guys were howling. Bena blushed red. She stood up and got her skirt right. Then we walked to the mall. We went for an ice cream and i said to my s...ut that she ll had to put some of her chocolate ice cream on her white top. That made her style even more sluttish. With that we walked right through the mall. I found a dime. I comanded bena to fetch it for me. In her stilettos she could hardly bend down, but somehow she managed it. With that her skirt slided way up to her hips and her whole. We had a light meal at a restaurant.I told my new friends I should be going home as I did not know when my fatherwould be home and I wanted to get home before he did if I was to wear my newclothes home. I wanted as long as possible in my new clothes.Mrs. Guthrie drove me home after Christine gave me a lovely satin night gownto wear. She also gave me some cold cream to remove my makeup and nail polishremover.I entered our house and was surprised to see my Father was already home.He took one look. " It's a deal."Sam laughed. "What's your name, sister?" Call me Brigid." Okay Brigid, you're hired." Sam fixed the woman with a steely gaze. "Let me warn you though, the clientele here ain't exactly Nob Hill. Some of them are dangerous, none of them are society swells. They're mostly bad men, with the occasional bad woman thrown it for good measure. They've all got something to hide. But then, so does everyone."The woman looked away and then back. "That's okay, Sam. I've been bad, worse than. The Lady Fortescue was pleased with her. Soon you will fight, my darling girl! I will be cheering you on. You won't let me down, will you, sweet Francine?"Sweet Francine once more ignored Frederica's amorous approaches. Not that Frederica wasn't pretty. In fact she was more than pretty. She was adorable. But Francine still remembered Diana, whom she had always worshipped - if in secret. And her worship of Diana had never been physical, just admiration for a woman who had never succumbed to.