I found a pencil and did the crossword puzzle.It was 10:30 Saturday morning when I got out the ingredients for an omelet. I found the eggs, bell peppe...s and a tomatoes in the reefer. The bread was in the toaster ready to be pushed down. The coffee pot was perking away. Everything was ready. The plates and silverware were on the table along with the coffee cups. Before I turned on the gas to heat the pan, I knocked on my mom and sisters doors to roust them out of bed.“I’m doing the omelet so you. ‘I hope the Chinese food’s keeping you warm,’ I said over the top of my scarf, my breath leaving a damp spot on the edge (I wondered what other damp spots were nearby. Jiminy Christmas I was hornier than usual. Had Sandy slipped something into my General Tsao’s Chicken when I was in the men’s room? Maybe it was her perfume). ‘Oh, that wore off a long time ago. I’m relying on internal combustion at this point,’ she said, only her eyes visible beneath the mummy-like wrapping. We’d had two dates. She had talked of her unhappy marriage to an elderly peer who, she said, preferred blasting pheasant from the face of the earth to enjoying her company. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was surprised at her willingness to talk of her private life even though she did not reveal her name to me. Nor did she enquire as to my origins but she did ask how I came to be in Mistress Pickles’ household. I was wary of revealing more than the Mistress would approve and. Collagen and Botox removed wrinkles and lines with extra injections to round and lift her breasts and ass cheeks. “Doc, can you plump me down there”, she pointed to her crotch, “I'm really flat and I once had a decent camel toe”. He laid her back in stirrups, viewed her replying “Yes, you have plenty of loose skin”. Hours later she left looking 10 years younger yet still herself. She stopped to purchase some more sexy underwear then rested awaiting Peter's usual call. Joan had rested an hour.