She was a virgin, but she had the heart of a slut. She was always talking about how much she wanted to do different things but didn’t want to ‘soi...’ herself for her husband. Every time she said something like that I told her that I had been with virgins and sluts and the sluts were always more fun. A few time she countered with, ‘So you would mind your wife being known as the neighborhood cock sucker?’ Every time we fooled around things got hotter and hotter, both in what we did and what she. "OK we'll try it for a while." I respond. For the next week Roxy kept the apartment clean, did the laundry, and ran errands for me. He was a good cook and would also bring me drinks while I watched TV. Graduately he started to do more such as prepare my showers by turning the water on and letting the water get hot then letting me know that it was ready. At these times he would help me undress so that I wouldn't miss any of the hot water. Other times when doing laundry he would have me. One was a closed wooden door at the end of the room and another to her left. The one to the left probably led to the hallway. She decided to go to doorway.The door opened up into a small pantry. The shelves were filled with glass jars with homemade labels. A single dim light bulb lit the narrow space as she peered at the contents, almost afraid of seeing what was inside. The first jar first looked like preserved carrots but were really severed fingers. Another held a variety of eyes, a staring. "You have the voice down quitenicely." Thank you," I said in my feminine voice."Shall we?" Margaret said as she led me from the bedroom to the sittingroom. We sat, and I remembered to gather my skirts up as I sat, so thebustle would not ride up. "Very good, again. You really are a woman,are you not?" We both laughed at that one. We had tea and the servantgirl did not even notice who I was, referring to me as "Miss". I was inheaven chatting with my sister."I wonder what ever happened to.