One day I called her to my house at around 1 pm after I came back from work. She said okay and that she will be there at my place after about 30 minut...s.I got really excited. I closed down all the curtains of my room. I took a shower and was eagerly waiting for her. After about 20 minutes or so, my maid’s daughter called me telling me that she was on her way. My heart started pounding very fast. I was nervous and excited at the same time.Actually, it was not a big deal. She always used to come. He didn’t know what it was, but it was interesting.Uncle John led Bobby to the barn, where a tractor was hitched up to a long flatbed wagon. The wagon had wheels and tires on it just like a car did and sat lower to the ground than Bobby would have expected. Uncle John had him climb up and stand to one side of the tractor seat, on the axel housing and they started off. Bobby wasn’t about to ask a bunch of questions, but if all they did today was ride around on a tractor, it wasn’t going to be. That usually meant it was still in flux. Trudy always knew the details. She winked at me as she gathered up her purse and shoulder bag, “Hadn’t seen you in there today. Working late tonight?”I smiled at the implication and raised my eyebrows, “You know him … work, work, work.” She laughed and I knocked on the door.“Sorry, it took me so long, Sir. The day got busy …” I was walking deliberately, as always, to the spot between the two guest chairs in front of his desk. I was already. Now, however, it was part of her very outlook. Dad had liked the feeling of power in the beginning, but it seems that as the years wore on, he wanted a partner more than a slave. To Dad's credit, he never strayed despite the fact that Mom's fetish was irritating him a lot, and up until we got together, Mom had been the only woman he had slept with.Poor Mom. She couldn't help herself. By the time she realized that she was reduced to a mere human doormat, it was too late for her to do anything.