My cleaning lady, not a model by any stretch of the imagination, but with nice DD (probably) breasts, arrives at around 8 :00, stays until she’s don..., around noon. She’s always working in a white T-Shirt (lacy but working-woman bra) and jeans but today being a nice day, she’s got shorts on. Again don’t get your brain in a cramp, she’s no model. Just big tits, sorry.I’m working on Christine-2 in my office and when the lady’s around I switch to another tab and look like I’m reading some shit.. What I need. I trust you to give that to me without asking any more questions.”Her eyes burned into mine. Memories of all those chat-room conversations flashed through my mind. Decisions were primarily to be left in her work; she wanted me to take control.I returned her look as my eyes looked back into her deep green pupils. Without loosing her gaze my hands moved slowly down her upper arms before moving lightly across the front of her blouse. They easily found the large buttons which held this. Even on second thought, after the woman had introduced herself as Susan Someoneorother and was still just standing there hugging that box of sugar pop cereal, Viv thought she might be deranged. ‘I’m sorry,’ the Susan person final said. ‘But I thought . . . I wondered . . . Oh, damn, I’ve never done this before, but I just wondered if there was anything I could do to help.’ And then she just stood there, expecting Viv to take the next step, no doubt. Although, no, she didn’t just stand there.. He took me away and then in the car he spoke.​My parents were brutally murdered. My father, as he said, fell on a rock that punctured his head and he bled to death. It was bad but worse came to my mother as she laid completely naked a few meters away from him. It was obvious what had happened. I didn’t know how to react, to cry or be angry. I stood frozen then and there.​We mourned for the many days that followed. There were many people that came to the funeral, some were family, some were.