It would kind of be like working in politics … always involved but without the politics.” She smiled. “We understand this is temporary … you...��re young and will want to seek other options and opportunities. Until then, though …”I looked seriously at both of them … again. “I feel like I would be a serious third-wheel in your relationship … an intrusion.”He laughed and put his hands on top of Mrs. C’s and mine on the table. “Seriously? The way the three of us carry on together?”“That’s the. "Dorothea looked at her, the soaked and coated woman now slowly climbingoff the bed, getting on her feet, and closing the distance betweenthem."You're a terrible liar, Manuela. This simply doesn't..."Manuela looked her in the eyes intently and snapped her fingers.Dorothea's expression turned to a look of confusion for a second beforetoppling over. Manuela swept in to catch her with success."Thanks for a good time, but I prefer a lullaby instead." Manuelagently dragged Dorothea to her bed, slid. She without bothering to look back, moved forward to first relieve her-self. Once she was free from it, she sat on the seat of the commode, enjoying the warm sensations building inside her. She felt ecstatic to be nude under the strange circumstances and when she looked down at her soaked nightgown, it too added to her pleasure. Holding the wet garment in her hand and caressing it over her body she pulled it over her. The feel of the cold soft cloth on her hot body sent shivers down her spine.. Tears welled in her eyes and fell onto her cheeks. She was about to cry out in anguish when she heard a familiar voice from the hallway. ‘Wanda, stop crying and come here.’ Anne had appeared from the basement play area. Wanda tried to compose herself, but her grief was too unbearable. ‘My clothes are all gone, Anne!’ she wailed. ‘Someone stole them, and cut up the only set of clothes left in my closet.’ ‘Come here, Wanda,’ Anne repeated. Wanda slowly got up and walked over to Anne. She yelped.