Myuniform was not something a man would possibly wear. I know inScotland, men wear skirts, but this seemed ridiculous.I cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed...every inch of that condo. When I wasdone, I showered and changed into a comfortable pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. It was great to take off my maid's outfit. Hopefully, Jenwould be impressed with my work.I must have fallen asleep on the couch because when I woke up?there wasJen and Courtney standing in front of me. They both looked real angry.. I don't know what they were doing, and Tom would never tell me. I ran most of the mile home, and I got Ma's rag bag, and some flour and feed sacks, a piece of old blanket out of our barn, and a bar of yellow laundry soap. Then I went back to the garage, going around by the creek and trying not to be seen. When I got down the ladder, Tom had Betty untied. Change, youare grounded, not for this, but for lying, and not telling us when youwere in trouble at school. You will attend school, just like I told you,as a girl, however your mother will go with you tomorrow and make surethey understand why. You are to come straight home, and not leave theyard unless we tell you that you can. Am I clear on this?" Yes sir. If I can sir." Just what the hell does that mean?!" Well, if the Neanderthals don't beat me to a pulp, or some of theothers, I'll come. She unhooked her bra, her big boobs spilling out. They were lush and delicious, her tan covering them. She stood up and peeled off her panties.The first lady was shaved. Hot.The daughter had to do a bit more unbuttoning, but she had her white blouse open, her small breasts in a pink bra. She tore herself out of her dress, her chestnut-brown hair flying. She wore a matching pair of panties and knee-high socks.“Leave on the socks,” I said. “They’re cute.”“Yes, Ms. Pearce,” she said, undoing her.