Jesus... this could be very bad... or very... good!Ken's mind was ablaze with imaginative possibilities as he watched the hypnotist's assistant moving...among the assembled group. Nita and Beth giggled together in adjacent seats. While curiosity made Ken anxious to see what would follow, a tinge of real fear lurked deep within him.Disappoint came first, however. Instead of anything approaching risqué, the hypnotist began with the usual stunts of the trade. After a period of droning in his deep. As soon as I saw it, I knew I should have checked all the fittings on the irrigation pipe I'd dragged over to set up my newly configured run of hoses. I went back and checked the other nine pipes I'd brought out with me to attach the hoses to. Of the ten, six of them had the male connectors, and would be completely useless to me until after I got new female connectors to replace the old ones. I used the four pipes that were configured correctly, surprised that Tina stood back watching me. “I’ll wash the pot this one time, since Sara’s not feeling well. You make sure she drinks the whole thing, though.”Razai nodded and carried the tray down the hall to the rear of the basement, then up the back stairs that led to the servant’s quarters. She shared a room in the attic with the other maids who worked in the kitchen—Edina, the kitchen maid, who handled the lesser cooking tasks, and Sara, the scullery maid. Razai’s own position as serving maid ranked somewhere in between the two, but. She can call me ‘junk food’ and I will feel like a steak, she really turns me upside down. But it wasn’t only a kiss, it never is. We got to my room within minutes, I carried her there. I wanted to feel her near me again, and she enjoyed the trip. She held herself to my chest while kissing and once in front of my room she asked me to let her down because she ‘is not a bride’. I love that attitude, that constant contradiction on her. She asked me for a few minutes so I got her a towel and soap,.