. . I know a romantic restaurant across the bay; is there any chance you could get way and come join me for the weekend? . . . Call me Monday an... let me know. . . . I love you Baby, take care of yourself until I get back. Laura decided while considering the coming ten days, Young Legal Counsel didn’t fit in her plans for this trip. With the obligatory phone call to Dan out of the way, it was almost time to call her lover, but first she wanted to get comfortable. After forty minutes. People were passed out in the living room. The bathroom was a shithole. The kitchen was a war zone. There was nowhere left. And then she had a bright idea. There was a mattress in the living room that I'd claimed earlier in the night. She said, "why don't we pull it out here into the corridor?". Which seemed like a good idea at the time. Fortunately there were spare blankets and pillows and we got the thing out into the "corridor" without much fuss. Before we knew it we were lying beside one. Pulling back from the kiss you growl, “Go to the room, put on what is set out for you, and lie down on the bed face up. You have 10 minutes baby girl.” Standing up I can’t help but shiver at your tone. “Yes sir.” Quickly noting the time I begin moving to the room wondering what I will find waiting for me. Stepping inside I see two piles placed at the foot of the bed; picking up the first I realize it is a fishnet bodysuit, thong, and blindfold. Separating them I move to the second pile which is. But of course once there Gladys could begin her work in earnest.The initial inducement came with the gated multi-million dollar estate.Timmy would move out of his apartment and quit his job and simplyrelocate. The "dressing" adventure would just be a bonus. The pay wasbetter and the work easier as well, but there would be the lessons. Howto dress, the charm-school lessons, the cooking lessons, how to sew andknit and all the other things ladies of the 1950's were quite adept at.They never.