"I'm so sorry, Jenny, we were so busy chatting that we didn't even realize how you were feeling. Happy birthday, Jenny."
Back in the lobby, the members of the Mafia seemed to have come to an agreement; at least they seemed to be "in harmony."
This aroused Catherine's curiosity. Who exactly was Old White?
Was he the Godfather?
No, she had never heard of him.
Seizing the moment, Catherine discreetly approached Jenny.
"Jenny, what does your grandfather do? He seems… upper class."
Jenny smiled.
"My grandfather is just a director at United Technologies Systems, oh, and he also has a small stake in Raytheon. In fact, he spends most of his time traveling the world by plane… He just returned from Vietnam a few days ago. My father has been trying to convince him to take care of his health. He is already over 60 years old."
"An arms dealer..."
The answer was obvious.
Catherine's assumption was refuted.
Or rather, Old White was not a member of the Mafia, but someone with a much broader past.
What kind of person is an arms dealer?
Some say that arms traffickers have controlled American politics for a long time, and that the United States even serves the interests of arms traffickers... While this may be an exaggeration, it says a lot about the situation of arms traffickers in the United States.
Catherine felt somewhat relieved.
At least Jenny wasn't involved with the mafia.
However, Catherine still seemed vaguely worried.
Last March, 3,500 US troops entered Vietnam, an event that many media outlets described as the start of the Vietnam War. The war was followed by an influx of profits for arms traffickers.
United Technologies Systems and Raytheon were recognized arms giants, producing everything from firearms to airplanes and tanks.
However, the most famous company was probably Lockheed Martin. This future world-leading arms company was, at the time, a secret "skunk factory," and would not be officially established until 1995.
Of course, in addition to weapons, they also produced many civilian products, such as microwave ovens, invented by Raytheon.
What could connect arms dealers with the mafia?
Catherine pondered for a long time and finally came up with a word: smuggling.
Exactly, smuggling!
A smuggling negotiation was taking place here!
It was very likely that the Gambino family was primarily responsible for arms smuggling, transporting goods to places like Africa or Vietnam...
After discovering the truth, Catherine felt somewhat stunned.
What a joke, this is the plot of a novel!
Although she wanted to complain, Catherine decided not to.
Catherine found the meal really difficult, but the others didn't seem to be affected. After lunch, they left. Normally, there should have been a dance, but the mob members didn't seem very interested.
April 8, 1961 was a Saturday, which meant that tomorrow was a day off, so everyone stayed.
Although tomorrow was Easter, no one seemed particularly interested in the holiday.
However, there was a festive atmosphere in the village; at least, Catherine saw several decorated Easter eggs, a symbol of Easter.
Perhaps for fun, Lily and the others insisted on sleeping together, so they improvised beds on the floor of Jenny's room.
To be honest, the makeshift beds weren't really necessary, as Jenny's bed could easily accommodate several people.
"Maybe we should take a bath first?"
Ida suggested.
"Yes!"
Lily said first.
"Perfect, there's a big bathtub. How about we all go together?"
Jenny seemed pretty happy.
Actually, she didn't come often, she only stayed occasionally. After all, this was not her home, but Old White's; she lived with her parents.
There was a large bathroom, but it was not luxurious; it could only be described as comfortable and clean. After all, stocks weren't enough to eat. There were dividends, but reinvestment was more important, at least for Old White.
Looking at the large bathroom, Catherine saw it as a kind of public bath with a pool, except that the water was only half a meter to a meter deep, and it was about two hundred square meters, barely suitable for swimming.
"Wait...! Do we shower together?"
Catherine finally emerged from the shadows of the "mafia" and "arms dealers," but she was still surprised by what she saw.
Click.
That was the sound of Lily closing the door.
"Well, now this is our world!"
She jumped with excitement, took off her clothes, put them in the fitting room, and stepped naked into the bathtub.
"Hurry up, Kate."
Ada was already naked and was helping Catherine take off her clothes.
Catherine hesitated.
"This..."
Although she had become a girl and even made friends with other girls, the idea of being so close to them...
"What are you afraid of, Kate? Weren't you more open-minded before? Even Mr. Horn and my fingers believed it. "
"But that's something else!"
Catherine blushed when she heard that.
"Kate, hurry up~"
Lisa laughed, took off her dress and left it in the fitting room before leaving too.
"But..."
There were no buts. Seeing Catherine hesitate, Lily happily came out of the pool and "helped" her take off her clothes.
"Wow, Kate, what a great figure!"
It was a joke. Everyone knew Catherine's figure; after all, she was also Lisa's model.
At such frankness, Catherine's face instantly flushed.
"Pink, how pretty~ Kate, don't you have body hair yet?"
Lily looked at Catherine and then at her own pubic hair.
I'm only 13 years old! And I still have more than a month to go!
Children in Europe and America tend to look more mature than those in East Asia.
Although Catherine still looks a bit childish, her figure is already quite good. Of course, practicing ballet is one of the reasons.
Although ballet can sculpt the human body, it also has many side effects, such as thick thighs, lateral fingers, or other problems. However, Catherine has none of these. Catherine has always been aware of her body, and perhaps because of her constitution, she looks absolutely perfect.
"It seems she has grown a little more..." Lisa looked at her and then showed her her lost secret technique: the Dragon Claw to grab her breasts.
"Ah..." The
cheerful sounds of the girls echoed from the bathroom.
...
Author's Note:
The battle of the breasts, smaller than a D cup and larger than a D cup, has always been very close...