‘Kathleen, you can’t have him all to yourself.’ Mrs. Williams was in charge of the girls and along with Mr. Buxton, kept Stanhope up and running... It was their job to make sure everything was done and done right. Mrs. Williams had been there as long as Charles could remember and he had heard both his father and mother comment on what a fine job she did. When Mrs. Williams spoke, people moved. As Charles entered the room, the staff was seated around the kitchen table, relaxing from their long. My newly pierced nipples are throbbing now, not too intense, but enough to take my attention to them. I straighten my shoulders and feel the light chain tighten and the little bell ring softly. Amused, I smile softly and arch my back a little, hearing the bell ring once more.My distraction is interrupted by the sound of the heavy door opening; I feel my heartbeat change, small butterflies in my belly. What is ahead? Will I bear it with grace?I hear soft steps and little bells ringing with each. So don't be surprised if and when you call, she tries to pretend she's me." Well that could get awkward. I guess I'd best not say anything too personal, though how am I to know it really is you I'm even talking to then? Maybe ... we should establish some sort of a code, so when I'm not sure, I can ask you the code word, and if you give back the correct response, then I will know for sure it is you then." That sounds like a plan, what code should we use?" How about this, something simple, but. . people? Don't answer that! Do you like having us here?" Well, sure!" There you go then. Everything should work out great. The rest is just details. Let me know if you have any questions." With that she walked back to her cabin, printouts unfurling in the light breeze. I never did get a look at them.Now I fully realized what I had been doing for the last few years. I was hiding from women and obviously that was the right thing to do. I wondered if I put ice on my ankle more often I might be.