”“I’ll bet they were! But what about sizes?” Gwen Evans went on. “You have to make for Jenny Jenkins and me, and we obviously don’t take t...e same size.”“True,” said Jake. “In the beginning we had the ladies of the household measure themselves, and then we did a bit of guesswork. Then we found a retired seamstress and her daughters who have been an immense help. But we had a seamstress on hand at the shop to do any alterations so that isn’t too difficult. We have learnt a lot though, and we have. What’s your answer? Can you tell me?”I paused only for a second, and gave the only answer I could. “Yes, Riley. The answer is yes.”“Ohmygod Mark. Oh, thank you. Ohmygod.” She pulled the phone away from her face for a minute, and I could hear her excited voice in the background.She returned to the phone. “Daddy wants to know if we can come to your room. Is that OK?“Of course. See you in a few minutes.”“Bye, Mark.”As I hung up the phone, I pondered the amazing situation I found myself in -- a. Aidan didn’t feel very humorous, but saw her determination and agreed, and Sam left the bedroom for the flat door. He dressed quickly and went to the living room.Meanwhile, Sam took her time undoing the snib, so that Aidan could get dressed. She then opened the door. Standing in the doorway, her stance was not lost on Julie: this was the reversal of the last time they met. Then it was Julie blocking the doorway in the selfsame short bathrobe.“What the fuck?” escaped Julie’s gaping,. She cared not for the male of the species, that much was apparent. I was surprised at her willingness to talk of her private life even though she did not reveal her name to me. Nor did she enquire as to my origins but she did ask how I came to be in Mistress Pickles’ household. I was wary of revealing more than the Mistress would approve and so, circumspectly, I said I had been first employed as an assistant to the Mistress and that, when I reached a suitable age, I was instructed in the.