"That was not a ladylike performance," said the Housekeeper.She waited a few moments before slapping me again. I stifled any sound."I expect to be tha...ked properly when I correct you, ungrateful slut,"said the Housekeeper."Thank-you Housekeeper Four," I answered.I had forgotten what my own voice sounded like. It sounded strange tomy ears: higher and softer than before. It wasn't a big difference. Iput it down to the combined effects of memory playing tricks on me, thespray, and the long period. Her mind reeled as she walked deep into their depths. Would she find a dragon? or a buried treasure? The corpses of others who dared this venture maybe? A dim light came into view just past the end of the torch light. She sauntered towards it, a smile on her beautiful, pale face. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw. When I did Anna-Brooks got a wry smile. I thanked Anna-Brooks for agreeing to babysit, handing her a portion of the agreed amount. She glanced down and took the money, and I saw her eyebrows twitch. It was when I walked home I realized I was semi-erect. She must have noticed that. I found myself picturing her ass in that thong, and I realized that the test was a success *** When Anna-Brooks came to my door later, both she and I were momentarily surprised. I was taken aback by how...casual yet. ..” She pointed. Jay was there with a couple of dads and some pre-teen boys, pitching a softball. “Guy needs a kid to teach...”Now I’m thinking. When Jay and I had the ‘children’ talk, it was before I found that box with the backhoe. Since then, our lives have been this whirlwind and honestly, I never thought to revisit the subject. We darned sure built the house with kids in mind, though. Two empty bedrooms, one made up as a guest room, the other a receptacle for odds and ends. And a sitting.