Having cleaned up she returned to the bed and lay in my arms.“Do you think you’ll be able to do that again?” she asked hopefully.“I’m sure I...will, just give me a few minutes,” I replied, hoping to god that it would be true.Without missing a beat, Kim stood up once more and said: “Let’s take a dip to cool off.”So we headed outside into the balmy night air.My private courtyard and pool looked amazing in the glow of the moon and the atmospheric lighting. But it paled into insignificance compared. Upon arriving home, I decided that since I was now the woman of the house, I should start cleaning. When I went to the bedroom to change into clothing more suitable to cleaning, I noticed a box on the bed with a tag that said, "For my Gwendolyn... a surprise." I opened the box and in it was a black satin French maid's uniform with a white satin apron, black ruffled panties and a very full petticoat. Inside the outfit was a note from Jill. "Dearest Gwendolyn... here is the uniform that I expect. She obviously had begun earlier and finished her morning workout. "Well take care, I will see you tomorrow." See you tomorrow," she agreed. I turned the corner leaving her standing alone. I continued to walk at a pretty good clip. I wanted to get in a good walk even more than I did most mornings. There was something about that day that made me want to work my body.After my walk I started the bike and headed for home. Other than the chill in the air it was a ride with nothing worth noting. I. . I don't really want to talk about it," I said unconvincingly, praying that she would let the whole thing drop. She didn't."I'm just curious, that's all. I can keep a secret, you know me - what was it? Or who was it, should I say."My throat was as dry as sandpaper, my palms sweating, but in the midst of this fear it suddenly occurred to me, with bizarre clarity, that I would never have a better opportunity than this to at least tell her how I felt. "I..." With a faint sense of unreality, as.