It was quiet and peaceful, and neither of us said anything for the first twenty minutes of the walk. Then I decided to ask a question that had been bo...ncing around in my head all day.“This morning, did you purposefully wait for me to come back before getting dressed?”She didn’t answer, but she blushed a deep crimson. She had! She wanted me to see her again. The question was, what would I do about it. We walked a few more steps, and I stopped, turned, pulled her towards me and kissed her softly. Set a small side table for yourself. I have something I want you towear for the dinner as well."Mistress, I am concerned about work with all these changes. People willnotice and start to talk about it. What am I supposed to tell them?" Just tell them your girlfriend wanted a bit of a softer look for you. Iam sure that will be okay. Or tell them the truth. Tell them you are asissy and your Mistress demands you dress like one. Or tell them you havealways been hiding your desire to become a. By the time I got home that night a lot of the redness had disappeared and most of the itching had stopped. I wasn't too concerned, but I thought I'd follow up with a search of our bedroom that evening to see if I could find the culprit that had given me the bite.My wife, Jill, was waiting for me when I got home. She works in a department store in town, but usually gets home before me and would have dinner started before I got home. I smelled roast beef from the crock pot as I walked into the. Let me know when you go."The house was large, late Victorian, early Edwardian. Set in a what appeared to be a natural bowl in the land. The immediate area around the house had been cleared and lawn established on all four sides for some one hundred yards, so there was no cover to approach the house. As Jock scanned round he could see that what at first sight was a natural bowl was in fact artificial. The natural petered out to the south and had been expanded by a built up bank. The land to the.