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very private, very exclusive classes given to those looking for a little help in more… private matters.
    Caelen’s mind was racing. Private matters? Ms. Belle had to have been at least in her nineties when she died. What kind of private matters could she be privy to? Did this have anything to do with The Devil?
    As she spoke, Ms. Hattie made her way toward the antique trunk, and Caelen swore all of her sisters held their breath. It seemed to take forever, the woman’s small hands unlocking this, and sliding that. It was enough to make Caelen scream. Finally, Ms. Hattie popped open the large trunk, and all four sisters almost choked on their shock.
    Leather, plastic, silicone… All very phallic and very colorful. Oh. My. Gucci. Was that a ball gag? Whips, chains, feathers: all the ingredients for Ms. Belle’s very own BDSM club.
    “What the hell?” This came from Brynn, not Dacey, as most of them would assume.
    “That’s right, ladies. I know it must be shocking at first, but this was the plan Ms. Belle devised before her death to keep this business afloat. Let’s face it. Not many are as interested in etiquette and manners classes for themselves or their children. She foresaw this as a way to truly help women.”
    Caelen was speechless. Had Ms. Belle ever had a boyfriend? She’d always assumed she was too staid, too ladylike, to ever bother with a man.
    Ms. Hattie tugged on the white cardigan straining to cover her broad shoulders. “You know, she always knew the current trends. She kept up with all the newest literature, and she noticed what she called ‘a need.’ Women want to explore their sexuality. You never knew this, but she would coach women to be ladies in public, but courtesans in the bedroom.”
    A lady in the streets, and a freak in the sheets. Visionary. Ms. Belle had been way ahead of her time.
    “Now. Y’all will be thrilled to know that we are having our first ‘party,’ which consists of a few hours of instruction, and finally an all-out extravaganza Friday evening. We have quite a few sign ups already. And…”
    Simultaneously, the Quads woke from their slack-jawed stupor and surrounded Ms. Hattie and the overflowing trunk.
    “Wha…?”
    “Ms. Belle instructed these classes herself?”
    “Are those nipple clamps?”
    “That’s four days away!”
    All four of the sisters started rifling through the toys.
    Ms. Hattie laughed heartily. “You have time to sort through these after I’m done. I have to pick up my great-grandson soon, so back to your seats. Go on, now.” She slapped at their hands and shooed them back toward their seats.
    “To answer some of your questions, no, she didn’t have the opportunity to teach any of them herself before she became ill. I’m sure they are nipple clamps, and y’all have plenty of time. I kept these parts of the financials, because I knew an explanation was in order. Here are the books for the party. You know I never bother with that side of the business, but Ms. Belle assured me her beautiful Quads would be able to figure them out.”
    She passed out a binder, and Caelen snapped it up.
    “Now, most important. Ms. Belle was a conservative Southern woman, but she was also a woman of the world. Although she would have loved y’all to be married, like our Athena, she understood that isn’t as much a priority for your generation, and seeing how she never married herself, it wasn’t shocking that three of her four girls were still single by the age of twenty-seven. The blessing in all of this is y’all seem to be in loving, long-term relationships.”
    The room went dead silent as Ms. Hattie paused for a non-verbal confirmation.
    Dacey started shaking her head, but Caelen shot her an elbow to the ribs that shut her up long enough for Ms. Hattie to continue.
    With a sweep of the hand that would make a Bob Barker’s model proud, she continued with her presentation. “She never would have been comfortable with you girls handling these classes if