You’re not a wanton slut, looking for pleasure wherever you can find it but rather a servant of God. I’d like for you to be proud of your niece ra...her than being jealous of her and that’s what I was considering on the way here.”“You were thinking about my petty jealousies?” Mrs. Waxerman gasped, flushing.“I did say I was thinking about what would be best for Delilah, didn’t I dear?”“Oh. Of course, sir.” Mrs. Waxerman apologized, immediately feeling jealous that her fiancée was thinking about. I must say these four rich white ladies had some rather racy costumes for their age. Mary Ellen is in her late 40's and very wealthy. Her husband is in his 60's and both are very well known thru the community. The other three women are also wealthy and around the same age and just as well known. The costumes were rather revealing, showing perhaps more cleavage and leg than needed. I had not really noticed this till I had been standing guard after everyone had left. So I had to wonder if they. “Policing up the brass at the range brought the memory back. I was going to tell you about it when we got to Camp Darby but forgot with everything else that was going on. In any event, we need to try to avoid situations involving smoke or fires,” I finished.“Could you see me inside the bubble?” Chris asked in a distraught voice.“No, I couldn’t see you, just your bubble,” I told her to reassure her.“What does this mean for us?” Roy asked in a concerned voice.“Since you can’t disappear, it would. Nothing wrong with promptness, is there?” “Is that your Mercedes out front?” Gerald asked, and went on, “The lights are on inside. I suppose they’d go out eventually, but that’s probably a bad idea.” Shit! Doris thought to herself. That damn seat belt is probably caught in the door again. “Well, I guess I’d better go see about that,” she said. “Why don’t you make yourselves comfortable in the conference room, and I’ll be right back.” She went outside to the parking lot, and saw that indeed, the.