It had seemed that I only closed my eyes when I felt her stir next to me, a glance at the clock told me that we had laid down about 2 hours ago... she...must be hungry again. After a quick diaper change we were back at it... ten minutes on each side then about 2 hours of sleep."How can women do this?" I asked the nursing infant as the sun began to filter through the window... "Only six more hours of this, then I can return you back to your normal self."Our day continued like this... seemingly. "Thank you," I said, trying to make my voice sound carefree, like I wasn't going to strangle her daughter for hanging up on me.I hadn't eaten yet and Gina was coming to pick me up. I got my evening meal out of the warmer and dialed Miss Baker's number. She seemed surprised but happy to hear from me."I'm glad you called, Sammy. There's something I need to talk to you about," she said and then I told her why I was calling. She gave me the same advice as Gina had given me, not to do anything until. Part of me, I must shamefacedly admit, didn't think this would beentirely bad. Except for the waist cincher, I loved wearing the clothes.Having to call my kidnappers 'my lord' and 'my lady' was humiliating, butthe humiliation tickled my perverse pleasure center. The housework wasrepetitious but not difficult and gave me something useful to do. Havingto dress in the English maid's uniform, having to submit to a realEnglish lord and lady, having to curtsy to them... more sexy humiliation.I. "And the colored girls go doop, she-doop, doop-doop, she-doop" I sang under my breath. How did the rest of it go? "Plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved her legs..." Well, I wasn’t quite ready to pluck my eyebrows. But my legs felt great. I idly thought I must have been losing my marbles to shave them, but they looked pretty good as well. No regrets, I decided.I stayed in the bathroom a while, looking myself over. Eventually I guess I came to my senses. I realised I was gonna have to start.