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Epilogue: New Beginnings Pamela Miller sat in a soft, comfortable reclining deck chair, beneath a cerulean-blue sky dotted with cottony, white clouds. Her sun-washed brown hair was tied up in a Gibson-girl do, a few sexy tendrils dangling from under the white, straw hat shielding her face from the harsh rays of the afternoon sun. The brim of the hat occasionally flipped up and down as it caught the breeze that cooled her richly tanned skin, revealing the very dark lenses of her Ray-Ban sunglasses as it did so. Behind the glasses, her eyes were closed, her still youthful features relaxed and composed, with just the hint of a smile of utter satisfaction lifting the corners of her generous lips. She listened to the sounds around her, foremost being the children, diving and splashing in the nearby Olympic-sized pool, giggling, laughing and shouting as they played. From the other side of the pool area, she could hear the faint noise of a television, the occasional sound of a cheering crowd telling her it must be a sporting contest or some other such masculinist nonsense, the voices of two men alternating between excitement and disappointment as the game progressed told her who was watching. On either side of her, she could hear the slow intake and exhale of contented breathing. The rhythmic wash of waves upon the shore was a steady undercurrent to it all. She took a long deep breath, savoring the aromatic air: jasmine and spice, oily tanning lotion, the heady fragrance of sun-baked female flesh, permeated by the salty tang of the nearby ocean. Her senses filled, she forced herself to exhale slowly, letting all her muscles become slack, relaxing in a way she had only recently become reacquainted with. Pamela thought back over the events of the past few months. 'So much to have happened in so short a time!' she thought. But she counted herself extremely fortunate, and refused to dwell on what might've happened, the disaster to her family that had so narrowly been averted. She opened her eyes, pushed the sunglasses up under her hat into her hair, sat up and reached for the tall, cool drink that sat on the small wooden table beside her. "Dear Goddess! It's such a beautiful day, Pam," said Linda Rodriguez, turning her head to look at Pamela. "Thanks so much for bringing us here." Linda sat up from the fully-reclined lounger she'd been sunning herself on. She adjusted the waistband of her thong bikini, the top having long since been laid aside. Linda reached for her drink, letting the chilled condensation drip teasingly onto her warm, tanned thighs. She used her fingers to splash more droplets on her face and neck. "My pleasure, Linda," Pamela replied. "I'm so glad you came. You can help us break in the pool and tennis courts." 'And the bedrooms,' she thought. Another thought occurred to her, and she laughed. "Besides, Joey sort of insisted. It's been a month since we moved in, and almost twice that since he and Bobby were together. He would've cried his little eyes out if you hadn't come." "I know, Bobby's been frantic," Linda said, laughing. "When I told him we were visiting it was like Christmas and his birthday, all rolled into one. We nearly had to tie him down waiting to get through customs." She laughed as she set her drink down and stood up. She spread her arms wide, and stretched back, her face turned to the sun, naked breasts proudly displayed, glistening with her perspiration. Pamela felt herself get a little warm as she admired Linda's body, the blood rushing to her face, and to her nipples. Linda looked down and smiled. She couldn't help but notice Pamela's flushed face, and the stiffened nipples denting the surface of her bikini top. She turned her attention around the pool area. "There're the little lovebirds," she said, as she saw Joey and Bobby on the far side of a water- volleyball net strung up across the shallow end of the pool. On the near side were two young girls: one a blazing red-headed beauty in a pale yellow bikini, the other a honey-blonde little darling wearing a one-piece, neon-pink suit. She watched the children playing what appeared to be boys-versus-girls water-volleyball, but it seemed to be not as much an organized game as it was a splashing, laughing festival of innocent, happy childhood. She saw that Bobby and Joey stayed very close to each other; the occasional hugs and kisses, light caresses, and loving looks shared between the two boys brought warm feelings to her heart. 'Such a cute couple,' she thought. "I don't think we'll be able to pry those two apart again with a jackhammer," she said to Pam. The mothers laughed; they knew their sons: the two sweethearts were very nearly inseparable since they'd been reunited the week before. "You're probably right, darling," replied Pamela. "It's a good thing we've resolved ourselves to the fact they won't give us any grandchildren," Linda said. "Not those two, perhaps, but sometimes life seems to give second chances," Pamela said, gently patting her lower tummy. "You too?!" Linda gleefully exclaimed. She knelt down to give Pamela a tight, warm hug, followed by a gentle kiss. "That's wonderful!" "Yep!" Pamela replied, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "The doctor confirmed it only yesterday, but I'm definitely pregnant." Pamela's joy was quite evident. "She said it's too early to tell the sex of the baby, but we're hoping for a girl." Her brief, bittersweet experience with her now- dissolved daughter 'Josie' had helped her realize just how much she had always wanted a baby girl. "Same here, darling, but we're hoping for another boy. Andy still wants to keep his family blood-line going, or some sort of male silliness," Linda said. "Wouldn't it be great if ..." Linda started. "It would be fantastic, but we'll just have to wait and see." "True; years before we have to worry about that," replied Linda. The two laughed again. "I must say, Pam, your nieces are the three most beautifully refined girls I've ever met." "Thanks, Linda, dear," Pamela replied. "But I can't take credit for that." It was no an exaggeration, Linda felt. They were certainly beautiful, very polite, deferential to adults, and more well-behaved than any children in her experience. 'But sometimes still loud,' she thought, smiling as she heard the youngest girl, Laura, scream after getting drenched by the splashes of the others. 'Too bad they're not real girls,' she thought. That reminded her of something she'd been meaning to ask Pamela. "What's become of their mother, by the way?" Linda asked. "Their mother is, shall we say, serving her sentence," Pamela replied. She was being intentionally vague; she didn't want to tell Linda the full story just then. "I'm shocked that a mother could do what she'd done to her own children," Linda said, shaking her head. "How long will she be in jail?" When Pamela didn't respond, she added: "I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry." Pamela reached out and softly patted Linda's leg. "That's alright, Linda," she said, "it's not prying when you're family." Pamela smiled up a Linda. "She'll be away for at least a year, perhaps longer, depending on how well her ... therapy goes." Linda heard the pause before the word "therapy" but decided not to press the issue. 'Pamela will tell me the whole story eventually,' she thought. "You told me the doctors said it's 'too late' for the children to go back to being boys?" she asked quietly. "Yes, I'm afraid so. Besides, none of them want to anyway." Pamela remembered the look on their faces when they were asked if they wanted to be boys again; it was as though they'd been asked if they wanted purple skin with orange polka dots. "The little dears decided they like being girls, and wouldn't go back even if they could." "Well, I'm sure they'll be happy, and I know they'll grow into very beautiful women. Just like this young lady," said Linda, nodding towards the occupant of the lounger on the other side of Pamela. "I have no doubt she'll have men fighting wars over her once she get to college." The target of Linda's compliment removed the wide-brimmed hat from over her face, raised herself on her elbows, and smiled at Linda. "Oh, dear, I hope not, Mrs. Rodriguez," Stephanie Bancroft said. "Wars are such a horrible waste of men." The three were laughing over Stephanie's joke when Frank Miller walked up to them, Andy Rodriguez at his side. They both still had on the swim suits they'd worn while taking some laps together before relinquishing the pool to the children. Linda noted the contrast between Frank's slender, hairless, narrow-shouldered, almost feminine physique and her husband's broad-shouldered, classic male V- shaped torso, rippling with the well-defined musculature of a man that worked out often. Andy's five-inch advantage in height only added to the contrast. Yet, she marveled at the very large, nearly identically-sized penises their tight Speedo swim suits did little to hide. "What's so funny, my love," asked Frank, as he knelt at Pamela's side to gave her a lustful kiss. Andy had sat down next to Linda, and briefly attempted to tongue-tickle Linda's tonsils while unabashedly fondling one of her sun-warmed breasts. "Oh, nothing, love," Linda replied after breaking their kiss, "just girl talk." Andy groaned at her comment, while Frank smiled knowingly. Pamela replaced her sunglasses, and glanced in the direction of the sheltered side of the pool where the television had been setup near the wet bar. "Is your game over already, boys?" she asked. "Nah, it's only half-time," Andy replied. "I never thought I could get into soccer stuff, but it can get pretty exciting. We thought we'd come over and say hello." He hugged Linda with the arm wrapped tightly around her waist. "I'm glad you did, honey," Linda said, smiling. Her erect nipples showed how glad she was. "I thought you two were going to get in a couple sets of tennis?" She pulled out and let snap the elastic waist-band of Andy's suit. A small yelp was Andy's only reaction to her playful teasing. "We are," answered Frank, "right after the match." He looked over at his niece. "Hello there, Stephanie. I didn't know you'd joined us. How are you?" "Hello, Uncle Frank," she replied. "I've been awake but an hour; the train from Milan was late, and I just made the last ferry to the island. Nice to see you again, too, Mr. Rodriguez. You're looking well," she said, openly admiring his body. 'Wow!' she thought. 'He gets better looking every time I see him. Too bad he's taken. Twice!' "Hello, Stephanie," Andy said. "You're as pretty as ever." He smiled as he saw her blush. 'Shush, you!' he thought to his cock which had snaked around in his suit as he looked at her. 'Linda -- and Frank -- would kill me. But what a way to go!" "Thank you, Mr. Rodriguez." Stephanie saw the way he was looking at her, but enough people in her life had been burned by that particular fire - she no desire to play with it. "Are you any closer to a decision about moving in with us, Andy, Linda?" Pamela asked. Andy looked at Linda and smiled. "No firm decision yet, Pam," he said, turning to face her. "Linda and I still have a few things to talk about. We already know Bobby's answer," he said, laughing along with the others. "But we're starting to agree with him." "I wanted to wait until after I'd received an answer," Pamela said, "but if it will help with your decision any, I've submitted an application for Bobby to the prep school that Joey and the girls will be attending. I hope that was OK. I'm sure he'll be accepted." "Oh, Pam, that's terrific!" Linda said. "Isn't it, Andy?" "It sure is!" he agreed. Pamela had told them about the school, and everything they'd heard had impressed them greatly. Bobby and the other children would receive an education unsurpassed by any public school, and even most other private ones. "They might as well assign them to the same room," Linda said. "They'll end up in the same bed every night anyway." The five of them laughed at that. They talked for several more minutes, about Andy's proposed job, the extent of the portfolio to be managed, the village, the country, what they knew of its customs. Frank tilted his head, and looked at Pamela's wrist watch on the table. "Hmm, the match will be restarting in a few minutes, Andy." He looked over at Andy, and gave Pamela a peck on the cheek. "See you later, my love?" "Have fun, love," Pamela replied, returning his kiss in kind. With that he rose from his knees. "Remember, dinner's at 19:00. We're having roast beef, so don't forget your appetites." She smiled at Frank. He still ate like a bird. 'That'll probably never change,' she thought. 'The poor dear.' "Later, darling," Linda said. She and Andy exchanged a much briefer kiss goodbye than they had at their greeting. "Don't get burned out in this sun, ladies," Andy said as he stood up. All three women watched the pair walk, hand-in-hand, hip-to-hip, back to the double-wide lounger they'd shared to watch the game. None of them were surprised at the obvious affection the two men shared, or the intimacy, or that they passionately kissed each other before sitting back down; the women just liked watching the men's tight butts jiggle in their tiny suits. "I swear, sometimes our husbands act as moony as Joey and Bobby!" Linda said emphatically, but with a gently humorous tone. "You remember Andy's birthday costume party?" she asked Pamela. "He practically raped your husband the minute he saw him. Right there in the foyer of my own house!" "Can you blame him?" Pamela asked. "Frank, or should I say 'Faye', went all out on 'her' costume that night. French Maids seem to be back in fashion again." She nodded to the girl serving fresh drinks and snacks to their husbands. She was indeed dressed in a classic French Maid's black dress, complete with full, petticoat-fluffed skirts that barely covered her lacey-pantied bottom, a frilly white apron tied behind her back in a huge bow, a small lace cap atop her perfectly coiffed brassy-blonde "big hair" hairdo, long, slender but muscular, legs encased in dark stockings, right down to her delicate feet strapped in five-inch stiletto heels,. Linda watched as the girl finish her service and return to her station behind the wet bar; she laughed out loud when Andy gave her a good, solid swat on her ruffled bottom before she'd had a chance to get out of his reach. 'He sure likes spanking that girl,' she thought. 'I wonder if Faye likes getting spanked.' "Agreed," Linda said, still chuckling over her husband's actions. 'If he ever tries that with me, I'll knock him flat,' she thought, 'but if the maid doesn't say anything, I won't either.' She had no problem with Andy having a hormone-soaked, lust-crazed affair with Frank, or 'Faye', as the case may be. They knew it, and repeatedly and profusely thanked her for her understanding and generosity, but Andy doing anything more than flirtation with a woman other than Pamela or herself was another matter entirely. "Besides," Pamela said, taking Linda's hand and bringing it up to her lips, where she gently kissed Linda's fingers. "We have our ... compensations." She smiled adoringly at Linda, her meaning obvious as her glance strayed to Linda's bare breasts. "Yes, we do," Linda replied, who returned Pamela's smile and kissed her fingers in return. "We certainly do. By the way, will sweet little 'Faye' visit us again soon? I think I'm falling for the little tart myself!" She looked at Pam with a sly smile before they broke out laughing. She knew how thoroughly-distracted Andy got when Faye was around. If nothing else it left her free to pursue Pamela. "Oh, we may, we may. You never know," Pamela said, returning Linda's smile with a slyer one of her own and a twinkle in her eye. "Never forget, my sweet: no matter what those two do together, we're still the women they come home to." 'And make babies with,' she thought. There was silence for a moment before Stephanie said: "Aunt Pamela?" She stood up, and started collecting her things, and stepped into her platform sandals. "I think I've had enough sun. Since you two obviously have something on your mind," she paused to let her meaning sink in, "would it be alright if I borrowed a car? I think I'd like to go into the village and shop for a new dress to wear to Joey and Bobby's party." "Of course, dear," said Pamela, laughing along with Linda at Stephanie's implication, "whichever one you like. The keys are hanging on the rack just inside the garage doors. Drive carefully, honey! Remember, dinner is at 19:00." "Thanks, Auntie Pam," Stephanie said, her face lit by a broad smile. "I'll be back in time." She bent down, and the two kissed, cheek to cheek. "See you at dinner, Mrs. Rodriguez?" "Yes, dear, I'm looking forward to it." Stephanie gave them a little finger wave. They watched her walk away; her rounded bottom and graceful curves swaying from side to side, slender arms swinging casually, long, tanned legs taking small, girlish steps, generous breasts swaying as she walked, her thick, brown, waist length hair flowing in her wake; all of it shouted "Girl here! Come and get me!" louder than a hundred bullhorns. When, at last, the little sexpot slid the patio door closed, and disappeared inside, the spell she'd cast over the two women was broken. Each of them had been having devilish thoughts about the wondrous pleasure hidden between the young girl's legs. Pamela sipped the last of her drink to cool the fires now raging inside her. The gurgling air she sucked through the straw sent a clear signal to the bar area and, sure enough, within seconds the maid was at their side, setting fresh drinks out for them, and picking up the three used glasses. "Thank you, dear," she said to the maid. "Yes ma'am," she replied in a barely audible voice. She stood attentively, waiting to be dismissed. 'I hope they don't spank me, too,' she thought. 'It'd be horrible!' Linda looked at the maid curiously. 'I know her from somewhere,' she thought. "That'll be all." Pamela noticed the quizzical expression on Linda's face. She looked at her wrist watch on the table. "You should go get ready, dear, it's after 14:30," she said, without even glancing at the girl. The maid suddenly looked frightened, dipped her head and gave a petit curtsey to Pamela. "Yes, ma'am, thank you ma'am." She performed another head bob and curtsey to Linda and said, "'scuse, ma'am." She backed away three paces before turning to carry the tray back to the bar. After rinsing the glasses and setting them in the sink, she hurried into the house. Pamela noted that even in her stiletto heels, she managed to move quite quickly. "Where's she going in such a hurry?" asked Linda, her curiosity definitely piqued. "She looks familiar, though, Pam. What's she getting ready for?" She looked expectantly at her hostess for an answer. 'I know I've seen that face before,' Linda thought. 'But where?' For some reason, she thought of Pamela's old home in America, but Pamela didn't have a maid then. 'Where, then?' She frowned as she tried to place the girl's face. Pamela looked at the patio door through which the maid had entered the house, and then looked to Linda before replying. "She has a second job, from 16:00 to 22:00 every weeknight, and 16:00 'till 02:00 on Friday's and Saturdays. They give her Sundays off." 'One day in seven to rest.' Pamela laughed to herself. 'Old World religious nonsense, considering the girl's second job, but she does work hard.' "Aren't you paying her enough?" asked Linda. Pamela had obviously come into an enormous fortune recently. She knew Pamela's immediate family and nieces had moved into this huge, seaside villa a month earlier. The main house was set just inland on a hillside overlooking a long, white, sandy private beach. There were separate buildings for a ten-car garage and horse stable, along with regulation-sized tennis courts, a small beach house just above the high-tide line, and a complete, professional staff inside and out. That living standard did not come cheaply, especially in Europe. Pamela laughed. "Oh, dear Linda, I don't pay her any money at all." She paused at Linda's shocked expression. "But that's a story for another time." She paused again when Linda's expression turned to one of complete bewilderment. "She works here for room and board, but she earns her spending money in tips." 'And I let her keep them,' Pamela thought. 'She might need the money someday.' "She's a waitress?" asked Linda. "No, darling, she works at a private club in the village," she said. She waited for Linda's reaction, a mischievous smile forming on her face. "I believe she's working at a place called 'Signore Nicola's', at least this month. They do move her around a lot." Linda thought for a moment before remembering several raunchy signboards Andy had pointed out, down near the harbor. He'd tried to translate the 'sales pitches' and they had laughed over the idea that some things crossed borders and cultures. "She's a stripper?!" Linda was incredulous. "Why would a woman with a perfectly good opportunity to work in a clean, safe, family atmosphere like this take a job dancing and strutting around half-naked for drunken, lecherous 'men'. I don't get it, Pam." "I'll explain it to you one day, dear, I promise." Suddenly Linda slapped her thigh as it hit her. "That's where I remember her face!" she exclaimed. 'And those terrific legs!' "The signs!" The two laughed, though inwardly Pamela was relieved. Linda stood up and looked over to the pool area, thinking that the children had gotten too quiet. Then she saw them dozing, laying on their tummies on loungers set in a row at pool-side, taking in some more of the sun. Bobby and Joey appeared to be holding hands. "I'm going for another dip, Pam. Join me?" "In a bit, dear," Pamela replied. "OK." Linda walked over to the diving board ladder. Pamela took a sip from her fresh drink, hardly detecting the taste of the alcohol. 'That girl sure knows how to make a Long Island Iced Tea,' she thought. She sat back in the lounger, adjusted her hat for the changed angle of the sun. 'It'll be time to go in soon.' She heard the diving board clamor, followed a second later by a small splashing sound. As she listened to Linda slicing cleanly through the water, she again thought back over the past months, and what was to come. *** *** *** The Network had helped her through all the legal hurdles of becoming the executrix of Melanie's estate, and the legal guardian of her children. Though she had never spoken to an outside lawyer, entered a courtroom, or even saw a judge, that was just fine with her. She had no desire to have her family's travails played out in the newspapers, let alone the tabloids, and the Network didn't want the publicity any more than she did. When Pamela learned the true size of her sister's estate, she was thoroughly astounded. Her sister was wealthier than she could've imagined. Even after the Network had taken a rather substantial share to help fund their activities, the rest was more wealth than Pamela thought they would ever need. Another sizeable portion had been used to purchase the villa, but even after that, the remainder would provide Pamela and her family the sort of lavish lifestyle they now enjoyed for the rest of their lives, if properly managed. Stephanie would attend college in the next term, until then she wanted to relax, tour Europe, perhaps Asia, before starting. Pamela hoped that would help her adjust to her new life. The other children had already been accepted into one of the very private, very exclusive preparatory academy funded by the Network and they, like Stephanie, would start in the next term. As adaptable as children were, after their experiences they needed time to adjust to their new life, too. Pamela was assured that the school was quite open to children in their situation; they would receive a truly "world-class" education, better than any American school, or private tutors, could provide. As she'd said to Linda, she was certain Bobby would be accepted. Her 'certainty' was founded on the fact that he was already accepted, thanks in no small measure to her contribution to the Network. Frank had taken over the management of Melanie's estate and its assets; he had the head for business it required, but Pamela still had to sign off on everything. The Network refused to give control of wealth like Melanie's to a mere male, however "tamed" he might be. She had asked Andy, Linda and Bobby to live with her and the children at the villa, and offered Andy a position working with Frank, including a very generous salary. He'd earn it, she knew; increasing their fortune and keeping as much of it as possible away from government leeches would be a full-time job. The more she "kept it in the family" the more the Network would like it. One reason for this visit was for Linda and her family to see if they'd be comfortable not only living at the villa, but living on this large, cosmopolitan island in the Mediterranean. Another reason was, of course, to reunite Joey and Bobby. But Pamela still had one unresolved dilemma, and her dilemma was a girl who, at that moment, was changing into clothes she would only wear for the brief interval between the villa and the strip club. Once there, she would shimmy into one of her slutty little stripper outfits. Which, in turn, wouldn't be worn for very long either. And she would repeat her act as often as they manager wanted her to. She knew from having Frank visit the club incognito one evening that the manager, and several of his better customers, took generous liberties with the girl's body between dances. All part of the deal, of course. Pamela was at a loss. What should she do about that girl, her sister, Melanie? The woman Pamela only knew as "Karen" had programmed her sister into what she now was: by day, an obedient, compliant servant to Pamela and her family; by night, a totally shameless stripper who drew sexual gratification from showing off her body to men that slipped money into her panties simply for the chance to briefly touch her flawless skin. Karen had told her that Melanie was still there, locked away behind the false personality over which she had no control; fully aware of everything that had happened, and would happen to her, yet totally powerless to do anything about it. Indeed, the overlaid personality would find ways to degrade herself to those men. Which is what that bitch's depraved mind had planned for Frank, only in reverse, Pamela remembered with anger. She knew how disgusted Melanie would be by her new lifestyle. A fitting punishment, Pamela agreed. Karen had told her that, however awful it might seem, it was far better than the alternatives. The only reason Melanie wasn't a slatternly whore, or a concubine in some harem, or some other equally ghastly fate for a woman with her attitudes and aptitudes, was because she had once been Karen's protoge; and the mistakes Melanie made derived from her twisted pursuit of Pamela's love. And, luckily for Melanie, she had not hurt the Network or the Sisterhood. But only Karen's influence, and Pamela's pleas, had convinced the Network not to inflict a harsher punishment. Melanie hadn't hesitated to accept her sentence, though; she had recognized how badly she had erred, and the enormous leniency she had been given. Also, Pamela knew, Melanie felt enormous guilt at what she'd put her family through, for no better reason than spite, and was committed to absolving herself of her crimes against family. But Melanie would have to spend the next year in her current condition: a submissive servant to her sister, and a sex object for horny, drunken men. Pamela knew it had to be hell for Melanie. After a year, it was up to Pamela to decide when, or even if, her sister would be released. She was, as Pamela had said to Linda, "serving a sentence." Karen had taught Pamela the triggers she could use to release Melanie's original personality, though Melanie didn't know that Pamela had been given those keys. What would happen when she was released was yet another question. Would Melanie be truly healed? Or would she seek vengeance yet again on those she imagined had wronged her? 'We'll have to jump off that bridge when we get to it,' Pamela thought. *** *** *** Suddenly, Pamela was shaken from her reverie by cold water droplets falling onto her sun-warmed tummy and upper thighs. She looked up to see a dripping wet, still topless Linda leaning over her, breathing deeply from her swim, and smiling happily. "Come on, lover-girl," Linda said, "get in the pool before I throw you in!" She grabbed Pamela's hand, and pulled her up. When Pamela got to her feet, they were standing close enough that Linda could feel Pamela's inviting warmth, and Pamela felt Linda's cool, water drenched skin. "Or would you rather lay back down somewhere else?" Linda asked quietly, kissing Pamela while lifting up one of her bottom cheeks, and slipping a hand underneath her bikini bottom to gently caress one of her soft, fleshy globes. Pamela noticed that the television was turned off, and Frank and Andy were gone. She felt titillated by the idea of them upstairs making love, but they'd probably gone to play tennis after all. 'Too bad,' she thought, 'it would've been fun to watch.' Pamela returned Linda's kiss and smiled. "Swim first, sex later!" she said. She quickly took off her hat and sunglasses and laughed when she won the race with Linda to the diving board ladder. Pamela quickly climbed up, blew Linda a kiss from the edge of the board, and jumped off, executing a perfect cannonball splash, drenching the dozing children. "Hey!" she heard Bobby yell. The girls squealed. "That's cold!" was all Joey said. "It's warmer if you get in, kids," she said. "Come on, my little darlings; 'shake your booties', and into the water with you!" She started splashing each of the children in turn. They started laughing and, one by one, joined her in the pool, mobbing her in their attempt to dunk her. "Last one in, ladies?" she asked Linda and Dana. Linda laughed and jumped in, hitting the water at the same time as Dana. "Tie!" yelled Linda, laughing as her head came up. As Pamela played in the pool with Linda and the children, she realized she'd come to a decision: her anger at her sister was still too hot for a release any time soon. 'Besides,' she thought, remembering something she'd read, 'revenge is a dish best served cold.' The End