I still miss my vacuum cleaner, though.About three times a week, I walk over to the department store to check on Brooke's progress. She's so diligent ...hat there are always new contacts to call and new approaches to try every time I visit. I can tell she's really into the hunt; her face lights up every time I see her, and we sometimes lose track of time discussing possible leads.Sometimes, I wonder why Brooke's still so keen. She's long past the probationary stage of her training. She's good; so. I dashed towards the wooden staircase, intending to climb up to coax her down.“No, David!” Linda shouted. “If you step onto those stairs, I’ll jump!” she threatened, sounding serious, forcing me to halt in my tracks.“Please don’t do this, Linda! I care for you so much. So does my sister and CC. If you kill yourself, you’ll leave a massive hole in our lives. Let us help you!” I pleaded as I stood frozen at the bottom of the steps, not willing to take a chance that she would follow through with. I wouldn’t be going to work ever again. My holiday was four weeks of accumulated days I hadn’t taken last year. Once those days have passed I will be retired, forever. I went back to the kitchen, retrieved my mug, and made another cup of coffee. What was I going to do? My work had been my life for the past ten years since my wife Rita had died. The last few months had been hectic as I completed that major project while training the youngster who would take over my role. I had been working at. He showered first and I followed him after using the enema bottle and showering too. I went back to the bedroom and he was sitting waiting for me with a smile on his face and a pair of latex gloves on the bed. "You are my Good Boy and with your soft arsehole I am going to 'fist' you!" I was surprised but knowing how my Master liked playing with my arse I knew this would please him. While I was showering he had put on his macho harness and straps and looked very Masterful. I laid on the bed on.