Well into the afternoon Mel helped Tracy clean the house while the mother griped about how she preferred her clutter over their own view of cleanlines.... Tracy had mentioned this before, of how her mother sometimes started to lose control of things when Tracy wasn’t always around to keep her mother in line. All Mel could do is smile and appreciate Tracy for the good daughter that she was.With mom fed and happily entertained with a favorite television show, Tracy and Mel were able to escape to. The ones that performedpoorly were sold to brothels. But that rarely happened since their owner was acaring mistress who kept track of every cow and even allowed the cow sheacquired first years ago to run freely even though she did suckle on uddersoccasionally. As the milk maids came in for the day?s first milkingJan could hear the sound of her owner?s stiletto heels as she made her waythrough the barn for her daily check. Jan?s heart jumped every time since herowner almost always took the. When I knocked on her door, her stepdad answered. He invited me in and told me he wasn't happy about Suzie getting a job, but he was glad that I could help with their dog. Mr Jones was in his 50's, tall and athletic with a greying beard. He took me to the back yard and ran through all the doggy details. We agreed that I'd stop by every morning at 9am to feed and walk their mutt. He also told me I could use the pool, and grab food whenever I wanted since they couldn't pay very much. I went. She was aware of the sudden swell of voices on the communal stair asneighbours descended. She willed them to go. The door buzzed again and ablush of shame coloured her cheeks. She answered."Hi, it's me," he said. "Watch, there are people on the stair."She pressed the button to allow him entry. Opening her front door, shelistened and counted each foot step as he approached.He appeared at her door. The moment seemed to last an eternity as theylooked at each other, recognition alive in each others.