"The bank called to ask if we minded if the federal auditor sat in on our loan request presentation. The rules for the banking industry required that ...he feds do these randomly and it happened to be our loan request that came up." I agreed to their request, then Marcy said. "I didn't see where we had much choice." The lawyers called. They wanted to let us know they have everything ready," Vicky said."I took over the membership requests from Marcy, she is getting so busy. I have over one hundred. Her all too quick response was, ‘Oh the days. All my days are so long and hard anymore.’ She paused, opened her eyes and looked meaningfully at me before continuing, ‘You’re Mom is getting old ya know Mick. Old, wrinkled and gray. I just don’t have the energy I used to.’ She sighed again deeply and seemed to rest more of her weight against me as she continued to sit there. ‘You’re not old at all Mom.’ I said defensively. ‘And you’re not wrinkled or gray at all.’ I continued. She chuckled. In the dressing room Annette slipped me out of my waitress uniform,helped me fix my makeup and showed me what I was to wear. A gorgeoussleeveless cocktail dress in black taffeta, tight fitting with a lowrevealing neckline and calf length frilled skirt. It looked fabulous. Sheled me through a back door and down a corridor, the dress rustlingdelightfully as I walked. Finally she propelled me onto the stage andinto the spotlights' glare."Here we have our one lot for tonight's slave auction.. The brown leather of the comfy sofa upon which he was taking his usual afternoon catnap, clammy against the skin of his bare forearms. Neither time, place, nor sofa, doing anything to lessen his concern for experiencing such dreams at all. By way of confirmation, his hands went to his groin; relief at what he found there joined by a frantic banging which, though startling, at least hastened a full return to the land of the living.And, more crucially: the intact.?Master Lambert?? came the cry..