If she's careful with her money she probably won't ever have to work again, and she seems like a sweet kid."Hey, I don't want her blubberin' over me a...ter I'm gone." Go ahead and tell her what's happeinin' then. It won't hurt nothin'. We'll even help her believe it and then check in on her every now and then after the deal is done. She won't get anything but insurance out of your tractor though. You're leaving in a wreck, remember?" I do now, and I'll check and make sure the insurance is paid. But what about Connie? I could hardly leave her back at the college in a post-orgasmic trance and reeking of sex; nor for the same reason could I put her on a train for her home on the other side of London. Somewhere she had to be cleaned up and made presentable. I could think of nothing for it but to take her back to my place; with any luck by the time we got there she might be taking a bit more notice.I explained this to her. She did not reply, as such, but at intervals she emitted her slight. " A maid?" I asked."Yes, and I have just the outfit for her," she said with a sly look as she finished dinner. After dinner I was washing the dishes when Jackie came in the kitchen and started to stroke my leg, running her finger tips up to my crotch. "Let?s go to bed Vicky," she said, "the dishes can wait for the maid."I didn't have to be asked twice. We retreated to the bedroom and I started to take off my dress when Jackie stopped me. "Leave it on Vicky," she said, "it looks good." I pulled. They say they gave me their genes and brought me up with a good education and values and to think for myself, and so they’re kind of there for me, to go to, but now I have to be myself and start applying what I’ve learned and do my own learning too.“And I’m not always dressed in here so they don’t come in. I just have to keep the music reasonable,” she grinned. “What shall we have? Muse? There’s a good playlist somewhere.” She fiddled with her phone and a red YouTube screen filled the big TV on.