Each time I was directed to lap up the mess. I complied.After lunch we went back to the bedroom. Denise reapplied mymake-up choosing a very dramatic...effect with heavy eyeliner andshadow and bright red lips. She placed a dog collar around myneck and said, ?Lets go.? I knew better than to question her at thispoint and I meekly followed her to the car. She drove. I quicklydetermined that our destination was my apartment. When we arrived at the apartment Denise wasted no time. Underher. All the curtains were to be opened for when she came back. A glance at the kitchen clock showed me that I had two hours before Lynn would be due home for lunch, there was no way that I could get everything done by then but I decided that I'd just have to do as much as I could.Those two hours were both the longest and the shortest that I could remember, longest as my worry over Lynn seeing me dressed as a maid and what she might do next, shortest as there was so much to be done in the time. The pressure was having the opposite effect I wanted it to. I looked at my phone and saw I’d been in the bathroom for 11 minutes! Defeated, I pulled my pants back on and went back to the bed. I sat down and groaned out of frustration, no longer worried about disturbing my Ambien-addled coworker. I laid down and focused on sleep. Just sleep, Holly! The harder I focused on sleeping, the more the tingling, unfinished business between my legs. He’s not waking up, just finish here, I thought. I. “Oh, not much,” he replies. “No real plans.” “So, do you want to hang out with me today?” I ask, hoping for a yes, but not sure if he was ready to be rid of me for awhile. “Of course,” he beams back, seemingly thrilled by the invitation. The enthusiasm of his answer inspires me to bring up the topic that we had both had on our minds. “So, did you like this morning?” I ask him, with a twinkle in my eye and a flutter of excitement in my belly. I catch him in the middle of a sip of coffee, but.