My reveries were disturbed by the front door suddenly opening, almost throwing Yvonne off her feet. A short, dumpy woman, an older version of Rose, ca...e charging in.“Rose have you …” she started to say and then stopped as she took in the scene. “I’m sorry Ms P. I wasn’t expecting you back this early.”“Its ok Mrs.M, I’m sure Rose has done a good job without you. This is Yvonne, by the way, my new assistant,” I told her.“Pleased to meet you, Miss,” she replied, not at all put out by her. Most seemed to watch, squirming a bit. Broadway was so old fashioned, words you could understand, rhythms and rhymes."That's Kate, the shrew, Katherine, Katerina, the story's heroine. Her sister is called Bianca. Her suitor is named Petruchio, and he has come to wive it wealthily in Padua. And Kate's father is rich. Please finish reading Act One for tomorrow, and I am going to ask you what a shrew is and whether or it can be man as well as a woman. OK?"He wrote 'shrew' on the board, looked. We have a live-in nanny and that will help, but I agree it’s going to increase the stress on Jess. That said, I won’t even contemplate the other option. It’s a non-starter for a host of reasons.”“Don’t take this the wrong way, but that doesn’t seem to fit with your very libertarian mindset.”I smiled, “Sure it does. It’s like anything else. I don’t think it should be illegal; I just don’t want to do it or be party to it. It’s like marijuana or prostitution or any of the other things that. She croaked with her mouth and then bellowed like the crash of a tidal wave smashing into the coastal rocks. Like a gigantic spring released from its confines, she convulsed violently. A deep thunderous sonic boom reverberated off the walls as she engulfed my fingers with a liquid warmth. She rocked ferociously, biting on my fingers as she climaxed. Her breathing silent for so long was restored as she sobbed in huge gulps of air, groaning from the deepest parts of her body as another aftershock.