Even if she did, itwouldn't support her.She mashed her face harder against Pat's shoulder as her tears startedto run freely. She needed and wanted to...go home, but she needed andwanted to stay here too. She really wished that she didn't have to makea choice and she cursed the fates that forced one upon her."I have to go back," she said quietly as she turned her face to oneside. Pat's response was to hold her tighter, as if she was about tovanish. Mary Sue snuggled closer to him, sliding her. " He did another curtsy and addressed her as instructed. Shenoticed his lipstick and the heels on his feet. She knew Mrs. Blockmust have had a real time to get him to co-operate. He set the table for supper and as Mrs. Block was leaving hecurtsied to her and she gave him the OK sign. For some reason hefelt a feeling of pride when she did that. She wasn't so bad afterall. "Well, how was your first day as a maid?" "It started rough but it got better as the day went on. Mrs.Block isn't so bad. Caleb wasn’t sure why she wasn’t getting it herself, but he leaned over her lap and reached between her legs to open the glove compartment. He tried to avoid touching her legs which were spread open wide. He noticed that the skirt had inched further up her thighs so her panties were almost exposed. She moved a leg so it brushed against his arm, and playfully nudged it to make it more difficult for him to grab the napkins. What has gotten into her? He grabbed the napkins out and threw them on. This was actually a nice change. I did not want to have sit down dinners here. That was something that was for mom and mom only.I noticed that he had bought a few different kind of soda, not knowing what it was that I liked. He had set out for him a few bottles of wine. He obviously felt like drinking was in order.After dinner was done, dad and I cleared off the table and relaxed on the couch. I had a cup of coke in my hand and he was working on his third glass of wine. He was a little tipsy.