" I think this is better Pam, you don't have to be involved withdecisions that your housekeeper can take, and after all I am here forthose chores from...now on. You have to give the guidelines and generalinstructions like any employer and of course if you notice something youare not happy with, you have to mention it to me." Of course I'll mention it to you, in fact it will be easier for me toreprimand you than say Linda or another servant, you are closer to meand I feel that I have that. It was wrong. I didn’t care. I could never tell anyone. I never had to. She was my mother. That didn’t change the fact that she wanted me, or that I wanted her. We could get into a lot of trouble. We weren’t hurting anybody.What had I gotten myself into?In the end, there was really only one choice.A few minutes later, Mom opened the bathroom door to find me standing just on the other side of it.I was a man. She was a woman. And we both wanted it.Right now, that was all that really. I could tell he was enjoying the view, but he just talked about the shoes.I noticed the woman who worked there standing beside me. She could see right up Marcy's skirt also.She whispered to me "I would like to have waited on her."I just smiled.Marcy soon had a pair of heels. they were only about three inches, but looked fine on her. I knew she would look terrific with her new outfit.We soon were outside. Marcy took my arm, and said "What A nice man, he did his job with the shoes, then after all. “That’s what makes it more exciting, Abigail.” She shuddered, her eyes huge. Those little shudders of hers were going to be the death of him. “Don’t you like excitement?” Her breathing grew labored and she licked her lips, shaking her head vehemently. Unable to resist, Gabriel spread his fingers over her throat softly, tipping her head up to his as he lowered his head to hers. “But I excite you. Don’t you like feeling excited like that?” Her only reply was to puff out a little breath. Her.