The diaphanous blue nightie she wore, sans panties, was one of Harold's favorites. Her nipples were already tingling in anticipation and that promoted...the yearning feeling at the juncture of her thighs. She was able to look after her own needs when necessary—just as she'd done this afternoon—but that never seemed enough. It was like bread and water. It could keep you alive but it wasn't a life.Exiting the bath suite to the bedroom her disappointment was like a blast of cold air. Harold lay. “Mum”, exclaimed Linda.“Does your mother still soap you in the bath”? she asked, continuing the questioning. I replied that she did which was sort of true if you counted her running the bath and handing me the soap. “Well maybe I’ll be soaping you if you use our new bathroom here” she said smiling. “Would you like to do that”? she asked. I was not sure if she meant to be soaped by her or to use the bathroom so I thought that I would be just as ambiguous in my reply and said that I would like. ”“Fired, why? You work here and it’s your job to show people around the museum, fam!”“During the day, you git. Not late at night, drunk, and certainly not in here!”“Aaah ... it were all Artie’s fault anyway, wasn’t it? He’s the one whats pining over Gwen!”The others seemed to agree it was all my fault and, I suppose, it was true in a way. Gwen was Guinevere Alice Elizabeth Allen Windsor, properly Princess Guinevere. She was the fifth child of King Harry, the other four were sons, so the whole. We really need her new name. ...Yes I will hold."A moment later she listened intently, "Okay thank you very much." Andreaturned to Ken. "Your new name is Elyse Gabri?lle Doe.Elyse, as her name now was, looked at Andrea unbelievingly. For a momentit looked like she was going to say something. But then Elyse burst outin a hysterical laughter.Officer Andrea Berlucci didn't stand for it, and slapped Elyse hard onher cheek. This changed her laughter into crying. Andrea offered Elyse ashoulder to cry.