“I don’t believe you,” I replied, but when I saw Julie’s expression, I knew Grandpa was telling the truth.“That’s not true, Rick. I was a ...irgin,” Julie lied. “You’ve got to believe me.”“Ready?” Grandpa asked.“Ready,” I answered.I lay on top of her. My weight pressed her into the mattress and I used her hair to hold her head. Julie was terrified as Grandpa squirted the liquid in her mouth. She spit some out so he squirted another full dose and held her mouth shut. In seconds, she was out like a. "Alright ladies," Miss Pearl said, and we fell quiet as she spoke. Miss Pearl was a beautiful woman in her thirties, the mother of Cindy, and the Head Maid. "Nothing major is planned for today. Expect our Gods to spend most of the day in the house, so I want everything spic-and-span for Them." Yes, Miss Pearl," we all chimed in unison."Good." Then she started handing out assignments."You're so lucky," Abigail sighed. "I wish I got to clean Their rooms."I beamed. Cleaning our Gods rooms meant. "A Turner and a Fred Williams show. A large grey kangaroo. The restaurants. We found a really fine cheese store in Sydney. I'll take you there when you blokes visit." Here's the B&B!"We went in, greeted our host, were shown our room and bath and were given a key. We set up our bags and I asked about parking. That set up, we left. Ten minutes later we were home.It was familiar and foreign. It was home, but no longer mine. Everything seemed ambiguous. Five months had brought about major change.. Out of all the rooms in the apartment, in my opinion, this one was the stuffiest. It had three couches and five high-backed chairs, all made out of dark walnut and covered with the same pinkish flowery pattern on the cushions. It was all very feminine to me. A plush rug, what I assumed to be a Persian, filled with purples and browns, covered most of the floor, and dark smoky stained-glass lamps sat in all four corners. Heavily carved ornate wooden coffee tables, various gilded mirrors, and a.