‘It’s just a novel.’ At that moment, the receptionist told me that I could go in and see the publisher. My meeting was very successful. The publ...sher told me that they would publish my book. He even thought that there was a possibility that they could make some money out of it. I didn’t care about the money, I just wanted to be a published novelist. After my meeting ended, I was talking to the receptionist, giving her some extra details, when the blonde girl came back into the room. I could see. We felt good about ours bodies but not our decision to be there.The 2 sheepdogs announced our arrival and Betty opened the farmhouse door even before we got to it. The dogs were fussing around us and trying to sniff our butts and pussies.Aunt Betty immediately hugged us and we could tell that she was braless, her breasts not much bigger than ours. Her whole demeanour was so different to when we last saw her at our mother’s funeral. But there again, it was her sister’s funeral.Aunt Betty was. ”I started to remove my shoes and he smiled.“Go back outside and dress, then knock again.”He closed the door and I hurriedly pulled my skirt and shirt on; I knocked again and he opened the door.“That’s a good girl; now strip naked and try again.”The door closed and I was left outside once more. Quickly, I stripped all of my clothes and, remembering my shoes, I stood completely naked before the door; I knocked again and waited.Suddenly I heard voices from the hallway and I froze! I didn’t know. Istarted on the bathtub first, scrubbing it with the cleaning liquids andsponges I found under the bathroom sink. Then I cleaned the sink and gotdown on my hands and knees and sponged the floor clean. I tackled Helen'sbed next, changing the sheets and pillowcases. When I was satisfied Ivacuumed the entire apartment and mopped the kitchen floor.After the cleaning was done I gathered the dirty sheets and the clothesfrom the hamper in Helen's room and went out the service door in the backof the.