She had no wish to bea serving maid to male warriors for however long the age lasted, until thefinal battle. Being a woman was one thing, but she was...a powerfulwarrior. Being a waitress when she should be on the training field andthe feasting hall herself was something else. She'd have to wait and seehow it worked when her time came. Though it was also likely that Freyawould take her to HER hall, as she actually received half of the slainwarriors. But for now, there was something quite. "Madam has been expecting you," Barbara greeted him a deep, lush voicelaced with intrigue. As she opened it further, she revealed herself tobe wearing a black taffeta maid's dress, the full 1950s style, calflength variety, fluffed out by several layers of bright pink taffetapetticoats."You will follow me upstairs while I prepare you for Madam," shedemanded. "But first put this eye mask on." Barbara, with her whitesatin apron tied with thick taffeta ribbons into a huge bow at the rear,worked. "Less than a minute later, Philip Bates swept into the room. Our Managing Director was a big man in every sense of the word; physically he was very large, a continuation of his days playing International Rugby; he was a dynamic person, the company had grown around his acumen and he also had a reputation with his staff as a thoughtful employer; an unusual and very powerful combination of attributes.I had never actually had a one-to-one with him, and if he was here then something big was about to. She turned out the lights and went to bed.I lay there for ten minutes before getting up and going to the bathroom and then bed myself. I had a great night’s sleep.Mom said nothing about the previous evening when I would cross paths with her. We just smiled politely or asked a question (“homework done?”) or commented on the weather. Very normal. Yet she must have known I was actually awake when I was masturbating, right? That I was still awake when she covered me with my robe and left? I was.