Nothing happened.Stay calm, she told herself. Stay calm. Whom ever it is, what they want is panic. They want me to be scared. But right now, there's n...thing to be scared of. It just an empty room. Stay calm. Stay calm.It didn't work but repeating the words to herself kept her from dwelling on other ideas - like what they plan to do to her eventually - whoever 'they' turned out to be.She woke suddenly - suddenly aware that she had drifted to sleep, suddenly aware of the scarf tied over her. Bradford tomorrow afternoon at 3:00 o’clock. She wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, but Mary really needed to get something going, and how hard could domestic work be?At exactly three p.m. Mary was knocking on the big front door at the address Mrs. Bradford hadgiven her over the phone the day before. The house was huge--almost a mansion! This might turn out to be more work than she had bargained for! Just then the door swung open and Mary was introducing herself to Mrs. Bradford and her. His memories of being a little boydressed in striped t-shirt and muddy jeans playing with trucks changed asshe "watched," as if from a viewpoint off to the side of her mind. Itbecame (as she expected) a memory of being a little girl playing withdolls, but, "No! This is wrong," she wanted to shout. "I said adollhouse, and little dolls with furniture, not Barbie dolls! I hateBarbie dolls!"A second later, that thought evaporated as she fondly remembered all thefun she and her best friend had. "Well that's when I rolled the dice 7 days a week silly girl," she says,softly toying with my nipple.I could feel myself sinking again."I can't very well roll the dice on the days you're working at therestaurant, you wouldn't have enough time to finish your chores..." herfinger rolling my nipple."Or when I have a date," pinching my nipple as a wicked grin washes overher."Oooh, Think about that for a second cuck," she says seductively as shecontinues her assault on my nipple, "When you're out.