Checking the length of the dress hanging from the closet door, Carolynrummaged thru the back or the closet and shortly reappeared, a shinypetty-slip i... her hand. Though somewhat short like the dress itself, theskirt was very full. Constructed of multiple layered taffeta and edgedin delicate lace top and bottom, it rustled deliciously as she loweredit over my up stretched arms.Together, with me sandwiched between them, Carolyn and Aunt Maryadjusted the thin shoulder straps until it hung. He muscled the couch forward to the center of the room. He went to the garage and got a sturdy folding table that was about four feet wide and long and set that up as well. He then went upstairs to the girls' room, opened the door and turned on the light. "Wake up, girls." The girls groaned rolled in their beds. Pete was expecting them to be just a little bit groggy because of the previous evening and the early hour. The groaning did not, however, prevent them from obeying him and extracting. . . but it might have somethin' to dowith that Acme Company o' yours. It was in the news how Acme's workin' on newdevelopments that might make it possible for humans to bag buffalo girls. Imean, they are pretty vicious 'n' all, though they never been this bad before.It would be nice if we could deep-six a bunch of 'em. Anyway, this herd's gota head buffalo girl (a big, strikin' blond; I saw her myself). She seems to'vegotten it into her pretty head to stamp us all flat before we can hurt. The prosecution was presenting three witnesses to give their two cents on the relationship of me to my Uncle making it seem like a blatant case of nepotism on speed. Two of these witnesses were cops that I had a run-in with when I was walking a beat. I had caught them extorting money from the independent whores walking the streets in my area and even arresting them while letting the organized crime whores walk with impunity like they owned the street and had no room for the independent.