In moments, all three kids were on one side of the booth, stuffing cardboard pizza in their mouths and talking amongst themselves as if they’d known...each other all their lives. They started a game of kicking their feet up into the underside of the table just so they could hear the thump.“ ... I’m pretty sure people who kick tables don’t get ice cream,” I commented at large. The thumps ceased, forthwith, as they say.In the process of getting plates full of pizza back to the table for three young. .?" I thought to myself. "Oh that's right... mom's been here a few times already. How come mom never told me John had a daughter?" I shook her hand, smiled, and said, "Adam. My name's Adam. Nice to meet you, too." She released a soft giggle, so beautiful and soothing to my ears, "I know silly, I just said that!" "Ohh.. right, sorry. I think mom forgot to mention you," I shyly responded. Brittany answered, "Awww! No way! I'm going to ask her about that." As mom walked back in, Brittany walked up. "Mr. Roth, your breakfast is ready," she called softly as she opened the door to her employer's room. She set the tray on a table near his bed, and began to lay out his breakfast as he began to stir. "Good morning, Marie," he said as he sat up in his bed. He slept shirtless, but never bothered to cover up for her as he did the other servants. "How are you today?" "Fine, sir. Thank you for asking. It's a beautiful day. The garden is in full bloom and it seems likely to stay cool, should you wish. Jo and I had discussed what I should do now. I had a small handbag with a couple of feminine things (we thought that he wouldn’t have much in that way) and, in the end, I decided to greet him naked. I thought he’d appreciate that. I did the usual things, had a shower and did my hair and put a little bit of face on, then went into the bedroom. I hadn’t really noticed it on the way in, being concerned with getting ready and so full of myself. He had an enormous double bed with a duvet and one.