"Who's in charge here?" he asked in a conversational voice."I am," a dark form came up to him. Harley dropped the man with the barrel of the shotgun."...ho's in charge now," he asked."I am," another voice said. "And I have a gun pointed right at you."Well, I guess makes it almost even," Harley replied, "I have a sawed off shotgun pointed at you loaded with what they call locally 'pig shot, ' just a tad smaller than deer shot. Now if you shoot me, I'm going to get most of you." The sound of the. "Now my dear, how do you address me ?" Miss Britt." Say it again until i tell you to stop."For the next 10 minutes or so, i just kept repeating MissBritt.........until she told me to stop. Then the panties went back inmy mouth and the nylon back over my head and she left the room againlocking the door behind her. I knelt there not knowing what to do orwhat was coming next. By now it was getting dark outside as the dooropened and Miss Britt came in, untied me, took the gag out of my mouthas. A month or so in the country with an old chum and a trout stream? I should think that was exactly what you need. It will do you good to get away from London and perhaps the holiday will send you back to your experiments with fresh insights. You may finally get past the roadblocks in your research."The landlady, Mrs. Beasley, had fussed over both of them as they kissed chastely and boarded their respective Hansom cabs. She had stood waving while Mia rattled off towards the dirigible field at. He felt almost faint with fearand excitement."So you want to be a maid?" She said with a wicked grin on her ageingface. Her eyes flickered up and down his body. And suddenly he wishedshe wasn't so old, that she wasn't so fat!"Yes, yes please," he answered.For a long moment she just stared at him and he felt his face burn."And you will wear a uniform?" she said eventually.He nodded. "Yes, I'll wear a uniform," he answered faintly.She took a deep breath before saying, "Well we both know what.