I decided to start with the sink, but the toothbrush wasn't helping things go quickly. 20 minutes went by, and the sink wasn't even finished. I trembl...d, knowing I had completely failed and would be punished.The door swung open, and Madame entered. She examined the room, and a look of disappointment briefly crossed her face, followed by a sinister grin. "I see my thing has failed, yet again. Why am I not surprised?" she said, trying not to laugh at me, a wet mess in a maid outfit begging for. He looked at her, his eyes wide and questioning. She started to slowly unbutton her shirt again. "Would u like some help with that?" she asked."Oh yeah, please". She took of the shirt, and was left standing there in a skirt and bra. He came closer to her and pressed his body against hers, holding her close, inhaling her warm feminine smell. It had been a long six months without a woman's touch and he reveled in the softness of her skin. She moved her hands down his body, unbuttoning his. Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time and again.Ms. Sloane. ” I gestured to the speaker blaring out “Pumped Up Kicks.” “Not this pop stuff. Real music.” She put her hand on the back of the chair across from me and gave me a look that said I had exactly thirty seconds to catch her interest. “Do you play?” I shook my head. “I have no talent for it. I appreciate real musicians because I can’t do what you all do.” Silence spread out between us. If it went for too long then it would get awkward and she would leave, but I had no idea what to say. Raindrops.