“I-I have something to tell you,” I said.“Me too,” Wes said, grinning. “You want to go first?”He looked excited, like he could barely hold...it in. I decided to let him go first.“No, go ahead,” I said. “I need some good news.”“Your news is bad?” he asked.“No,” I lied. “But yours sounds better than mine. Go ahead.”“I just got off the phone with Johns Hopkins.”Holy shit.“What did they say?”“They offered me the fellowship. I guess someone else dropped out of the program, and it’s early enough that. Her ladyship mademe wear a traditional English maid's uniform and trained me to be theirfeminine servant.I'd always had a secret weakness for female clothing, so I adjustedreadily to wearing the elegant uniforms, and perhaps that was one reasonI eventually came to have feelings for Lady Blackthwaite. She in turnstarted treating me more leniently and, after her husband's death,offered me my freedom. At that frightening turning point in my life, Ichose instead to remain in her service - and to. Saturday November 14 I didn’t see Jon again until he lowered me down in the morning and I was glad that Jon always left the central heating on over-night. I had managed to get some sleep but I was aching all over. Not to mention my bum and clit that was still sore. As he let me down Jon asked me, in a quiet calm voice, if I was okay and even rubbed some cream into my sore bum. His bad mood had obviously gone and he was back to his normal self. I had a long soak in the bath, then some breakfast. " How about next Saturday night?" The words were out before Michael had a chance to think it through.Ellie had turned to go, but she paused in response to Michael's invitation. "Do you have to work again?" she asked."No, I just wondered if you fancied coming over and having some tea with us?"She hesitated. Michael thought for a horrible moment that he'd overstepped the mark, but, then, she smiled and he exhaled with relief."Sure," she said, "I'd love to!" Great! Is six o'clock okay? I know it's.