I ended up in the kitchen, where we completely dismantled everything, removed it, and cleaned a year’s dirt and grease out. We didn’t finish until...almost 7:30, at which point we were sent to the pantry and told to repeat the process there. We were dirty and exhausted at 9:30 when we all reassembled in the formal room.Our efforts were considered marginal at best but would be accepted for the time being. We were fed a delicious dessert of chocolate pudding. At the bottom of the pudding bowls were. ‘Better than fair, in fact I’m rather pleased.’ Merrick took his coffee from her. ‘Ah, the first fix of the morning is one of the day’s best.’ ‘I don’t understand why you wait for me to make the coffee if your addiction is so great.’ ‘It’s the servitude factor, it adds to the drinking experience, the impatient wait that ends with delivery by a pretty face. You can’t beat it.’ ‘I’ll beat those sexist remarks out of you if you continue to harbor them. I’m miffed that you regard me as a kitchen. I blushed and said u are welcome. She said ‘how can I thank u as u have helped me even in the past’. I modestly replied that its ok and its my duty as a neighbour and friend. She said she will treat me someday and winked. I didn’t realize what she meant then as I didn’t know that she was a sex starved cougar. We continued exchanging msgs and bumping into each other when I returned from office. One day while we were talking, she gave me some looks and hinted me on her desires using double. Nikkie twisted the capoff and drank, and as she did I looked her over. Shewas thin and shapely, with narrow hips and smallishbreasts, and long smooth legs. I found myself staringat those legs, wanting to caress them. To caress her.“Yeah, I know,” she said, letting her head loll againstthe back of the sofa. “I’m a hottie, I can’t help it.”I felt I should apologize for staring at her, but atthe same time I wanted to tell her that she really wasa hottie, the.