We met the driver, Jim, at the entrance. He was a tall light-skinned Jamaican, wearing a pair of khaki shorts, bare-chested. Carol was wearing a lig...t sundress, pantiless and braless. We got in the backseat and were ready to go. During the ride, I was caressing Carol's legs and lifting her dress up. The driver was watching in his mirror and grinning.He let us off at a huge outdoor market. They were selling everything: fruit, T-shirts, pipes for weed, nearly anything you could think of. It. "The one who thought she was my daughter?" Oh, turkey baster girl," Lila said before Janet could answer."She called and said her stepfather is missing," I continued. "She is worried for her safety and that of her mother."I was pulling on my coat as I uttered the last sentence. Janet followed me to the door."So she called you?" she asked quietly. "The man who threatened violent acts upon her if he wasn't paid off?"Janet held my arm tightly."Mac," she said. "Be careful."I nodded and Janet. Yes that's very tight. I notice it's heavilyboned," she added, as she turned to Miss Stern again. "Can she bend init?" No," replied Miss Stern. "It's to help with Michelle's posture as well. Give her a demonstration Miranda."Miranda promptly bobbed down whilst keeping a perfectly straight back andI realised that Miranda hadn't bent once while attending to us. Even when going down to measure our lower parts, she had always bent herknees and kept a straight back. Miss Stern elaborated. But, now that I think about it, I’m not sure he is.’ Actually, given the amount of time she and Greg were spending together, he really didn’t have time to be seeing anyone else. ‘Would it bother you if he was seeing someone?’ Leila queried. Abby thought for a few minutes, then she nodded slowly. ‘Actually, if I tell you the truth, I guess it would,’ she said. ‘So what are you going to do about your situation?’ Leila asked, smiling. ‘I…I don’t know,’ Abby said, ‘I mean, I’m not sure if Greg.