'Him: After watching them disappear, I wait, maybe not as patiently as I would like to ever admit.Guessing how long she can tease me for. She loves t... tease, but hates leaving me stewing for too long.I sit there imagining her sparking eyes flirting with him, her hands shyly wandering just beyond the places they shouldn’t.I finish up my drink and start to wonder how she could have made it this long.My excitement mixing with slight pangs of worry. I instinctively stand, subtly and slightly. It didn't seem to make enough sound, so she cleared her throat and then called out to him. "M...Master?" She waited for a moment, and then heard his foot steps. She took a step back from the flap right before he came through it. "What?" He asked curtly, his eyes wondering up and down her body possessively."I've finished cleaning." she said, eyes on the ground, her posture slumped and pathetic."It took you that long to clean the kitchen?" he asked impatiently. She looked up into his face,. Pregnant? How? We haven't had sex in so long." Well yes," she said as thought it was obvious. "We haven't had sex with each other." Are ... are you ... saying you cheated on me?" Oh honey, please don't let your ego get the better of you. I still love you and still want to be married to you," she said as she gently stroked my cheek, "But I've never really enjoyed sex with you. I was feeling frustrated and I didn't know what to do and one night my new assistant told me how pretty I looked and it. .."Tom puzzled. "What do you mean?" Here. I'll show you..." Opening the door, he lead the way down the hallways to a small room. A large window sat on the opposite wall looking in on the three women. Tom stepped back in shock. The girls had all aged since he last saw them. In the mill they were eight year olds, now they stood around as fourteen or fifteen year olds. They were clearly developing into mature women. The heavy set one seemed to put on a bit more weight too and her breasts had.