.. I'm here to do your cleaning ... my mum is sick so I will be doing it in her place" she explained."Yeh ... yeh ... come on in" I was distracted and...not paying a lot of attention.I showed her in, and told her that I was busy in my office so she should avoid that room today. I left her to do the cleaning whilst I returned to my small crisis with one of my franchisees.It took about an hour to deal with the issues. I had heard Ava moving about the kitchen and dining room doing her cleaning, but. As expected, Grant drove a truck, an early eighties Chevy Silverado. It wasn’t in pristine condition, having seen a lot of hard work over the years, worn, tough, and strong, like him. Every man I had dated up to that point in my life had driven a luxury or sports car. I had come to expect it, I realized, but I liked how different Grant was, strong, rough around the edges, but so very charming, so very warm and friendly. He helped me up into the passenger seat, his hand under my thigh, almost on. Just call me Stallion, since all of the other slave girls do. You're probably wondering why I look familiar. I have been stalking you around your hangouts for a while and you have seen me at least a few times. I wanted you to. This makes the moment we're in all the more visceral." What am I doing here? Why are my arms tied? Where am I? What are you going to do to me?"The man interrupts her ranting and raving by holding his hand up to slap her. He stops, since that has the desired effect."Hmmm.. ' I told her.'What's family for huh?' she grinned.'Well... ' I was thinking of what we had been doing a little while ago that was very un-family-like.'You have such a dirty mind, ' she read my thoughts, 'I love you, Hunter.''Call me when you get home, eh? I love you too.'I watched her drive off forlornly, it had been wonderful having her here, but we both knew real life was going to intrude. She had been right to go though, I knew that like me, she was losing the will, and another week and we.