"What are you staring at?" JJ asked uncertainly, brushing at her nose to see if she had something on her face."You," Caleb said softly. "You're beauti...ul."JJ rolled her eyes and blushed before saying, "Save the smooth talking. You're going to need it. My mom's here to pick up the kids, so you'll have to meet her." Are you worried about her or me?" Caleb asked with a grin, as he stepped through the open door."I'm not sure," JJ answered honestly. "She can be a real pain in the ... ah ... a real. She examined the typed address label on its front. She had read it a dozen times. Her name-Mrs. Richard Mayfield-and her address, done on a computer printer. No return address, no postmark. Hand delivered.She found it this morning, shoved through the mail slot in the front door. She had argued with Richard when he bought the door the last time they remodeled. "It's silly, Richard. No one uses a mail-slot anymore-the postman drives a jeep and insists on curbside boxes. He grumbles about even. Trying to break your speech while you fill me in on the days plans. You never say a word, or complain in fear of being fired, but secretly enjoying it enough to occasionally show up at work without panties. Hoping that I'll touch you that day. Finally giving into your urges, and straddling me in my chair. Telling me that I'm going to go down on her until you're satisfied or your're going to tell my wife. So, I've got a choice to make here. Act professional, and never touch you again, or do as. "Sandra looked at him as if wanting mostly to apologize, as she at last gave after for her mothers wishes. She said hesitatingly."Treasure, I don't like those panties, take them of please."Shaking his head he said. "No way Sandra. And I want my real clothes back."She smiled, a surprised but satisfied smile."No Treasure, that won't do sweetie, be quiet now." Sounding maternal.Suddenly he realized that he had obeyed even as he told her that he wouldn't. Sandra's mum who understood his sudden.