He was a professional, and he could be professional about this. Let her go, then go home and fuck Amy’s brains out. He shook his head and let out a...breath. Scanned the area again, seeing no one. “Okay. Fine.” “You’ll do it?” “Yeah.” Staring at the water, he tried to imagine anything unsexy. His mother in law. The Golden Girls. Nancy Pelosi. The tranny hooker he’d arrested earlier. “Officer?” Shit, he was still hard as a rock. “Sir? Please don’t make me wait any longer. I need you.” . Carl was charged with cleaning the kitchen that evening after his meal and did before falling back into bed. He wore a light green cotton dress over his slip and that apron again. He wore his Barbie nightgown to bed after Claire diapered him. He woke later that night to find Carla holding another baby bottle and smiled as she sat next to him.He woke to his sixth day and his first big fright when Claire suggested he does a bit of work in the restaurant. He could bus tables for an hour, take. Other than the group of Queen-suck-ups she'd brought with her, no one else had been on her side as plenty of the crowd had seen or received her cruelty before. They did not stint on their laughter.I wandered away for a couple few minutes, to collect myself as much as to let her clear the area, then I cut back to get my gear.I started receiving plenty of back slaps, congratulations, and the like. Adam, true to form, said, "Dude, if that'd been me I would've blown off in me jockeys. So cool." If. And being a nurse she ought to be clean. But...Obviously she thought I was a good catch, and since I'm an easy going sort of bloke she would be able to mould me to what she wanted. Wrong. I'm easy going to all appearances, but only up to a point. I told Ælfthryth, that I'm an illustrator, and a fairly successful one, so I'm not poverty stricken, but like most artists I have an image. My image. So although I spend time wandering around fields with a metal detector, I do not take kindly to.