.. er... yes Madam.' I responded.She inspected what I had done and said that it wasacceptable. 'Go to the kitchen and clean Emily's boots.'she ordered...I walked to the kitchen feeling so low, so humiliated andso helpless. I sat on a chair and started to polish Emily'sriding boots.Maggie entered the room, 'Don't sit on that chair, kneel onthe floor like the wimp that you are while you are cleaningmy daughter's boots.'I dropped to my knees and continued cleaning them. As Ifinished the task Emily. Thank god, she thought. She just had to clean up from last night.And get things ready for tomorrow morning. Chrissy.Now that the day was nearly at hand she was having second thoughts and she mulled things over as she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen…where she discovered all the pans from last night in the sink, where Peter had obviously put them to soak, and the dirty dishes and silverware in the dishwasher. God, what a sweetheart. She couldn’t believe he was real, and hers. . Tricia had a great glamour, powerful ‘Girl Magic’, as she was now wrapped up in just enough of a towel.“You did catch a peek, right, I’d hate to think all that talent was just wasted,” the girl beamed. The night before something happened which never happened, the doorbell rang. When I got down the stairs I found Tricia coming in the door asking if I’d had dinner. I invited her up. My pantry and some take out boxes yielded enough for a leftover feast. We took turns showing our culinary. On our way I said that we had some drink in our hotel room and maybe the three of us should head there instead and have a night cap. The guys agreed and we headed back to our Hotel. The great thing was that the hotel had open external corridors and we did not need to go past the night reception desk to get to our room key as we had kept it with us. So we could be discrete and not alert other hotel guests or staff.We all sat on the bed and started on a bottle of Vodka. I decided to step things.