Petey didn’t seem to mind or even to notice.“Do you live nearby?” she asked breathlessly when I released her lips. “My name is Juliet—I assu...e the program is accurate and your name is Jim. Do you want to make love to me, Jim? I mean for real? You have already made me melt with your poetry. It’s as if I’ve already given myself to you.”I wanted to fuck her. If she wanted to phrase it as “making love,” I didn’t object. And, yes, of course, I did want to paint her. That obviously meant I wanted to. I nodded at him and said I would be downstairs if he needed me. A few hours passed and I was starting to feel hungry. I asked the boys if they wanted pizza for dinner, and both of them enthusiastically said yes. I told them that before the pizza got here they had to wash up and get the dinner table ready. They both ran off and started to do as I asked. Sam shouted from upstairs after a few minutes for some help. I went upstairs and saw him in just his boxers asking me to help him wash up. My. .. as if that was possible. Bob wasn’t into micromanaging my life. Just my life as it pertained to him. He probably had the system set up in some sort of “housekeeper” mode, so that me being a PA would do things manually, but my own stuff might go automatic. It didn’t explain the parsley alarm in the microwave, but it explained most of the rest.The slow and repetitive chore, combined with the fact that I was following his order as I did it, seemed to give me a bit of respite from the constant. "Nobody can." You in trouble?" I asked as her young sister watched us curiously.The girl nodded. "Bad trouble," she said. "He's poking Ginny aw'ready and says I'm next. Then he says he's gonna sell Martha's cherry and poke her too." Doesn't sound like what a preacher should be up to," I said, watching the man rant and wave to a knot of squatters in the twilight."Tain't," the girl said. "We gotta go." She grabbed her sister and trotted back to sing again while I sat and watched, wondering what I.