Then you fingered yourself and made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have som...thing for you. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you – bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and see you in the parking lot. Nobody else is here yet, and I go downstairs and let you in the building. I lead you in a hurried fashion upstairs. There is not much time before. I want to be able to experiment and create my own menus, and as a private chef, I would be able to do that. After seeing that kitchen, I would almost pay you to let me cook there.”“That won’t be necessary,” I laughed. “As a sous chef, you had several chefs working under you. Do you see yourself having any issues cooking for a dozen people by yourself, as well as doing the necessary shopping and following the dietary restrictions for most of the household? Simply put, most of the household. Mom grabbed the remote control and tried to turn it off, but it wouldn't turn off. "What the hell?" Mom said to herself. For some strange reason, the movie started to fast forward and stop every 15 seconds. As this happened, moaning noises could be heard. "Mmmmmmmmmm, ooohh, aaaahhh!" Mom and I froze and looked at the T.V. A scene appeared in which the man was fucking his wife from behind. I looked at Mom. "Unplug it!" Mom said. I unplugged the DVD player and the T.V. We couldn't believe what. Five minutes in front of the mirror trying to look attractive. Dressing Jilly, packing her tote, one quick look around to make sure I turned off the coffee maker. Out the door. Driving across town to preschool, traffic, traffic ... Waiting and Jilly wants her doll, the one that fell on the floor of the van. I can't reach it and she's crying. More promises, more traffic.I drop Jilly off and I'm free. Eight in the morning and I have three whole hours to take care of everything that needs to be.