She was looking for a maid. The way she tells it, Sharon had beena domestic with her family for a thousand years. As Monica grew up,Sharon was always ...here to advise her, to steer her toward decency, tomake sure she knew that hard work was the key to good results. Sharonwas more than a maid; she was a family member, as close as any bloodaunt. She was a substitute mom, a big sister, a trusted advisor.And now Sharon was retiring."Here's what I'm talking about," Monica said. "No one wants to. Just a great option for groping in many ways. I felt that she might not mind talking but I froze and acted like noob purposefully. Because acquaintance fetters groping very much, almost makes it impossible. I coped with it - we went without talking. She hung in the phone. And I started touching her leg at the station. As planned, this was done very slowly. So I increased the power of touches for about 15 minutes. There was nothing sharp on her part but she noticed the strange position of my. Monday morning I was informed that I had to have my uniform laundered and pressed by Friday, because she wanted a maid for the weekend again. I was allowed back in 'our' bedroom again that week. But on Friday, she told me to be in uniform when she came home. As soon as she got home it started again in earnest. It was obvious she had stopped off for a drink on the way home. It seemed that nothing I could do would please her. She reprimanded me several times. The roast I had prepared was dry. I. ” “Oh enough,” Molly grumbled, turning off the TV and its constant news coverage.She stretched and her eyes fell on the laundry basket. “Crap. I forgot.” Molly looked down at her tank top and sweatpants, double-checking to make sure she was decent enough to run down to the laundry room. At the moment, she was far less sexy than the story she just recorded would suggest. Lingerie, generally something black and lace was the go-to sexy outfit people wrote about. In the last story she just finished.