Was that just too much to really hopefor? Maybe, maybe not, but I had nothing to lose by trying. As the day wore on, I began to getincreasingly tired,...so I went to bed early. That night I dreamed I was a ten year old girl, with many friends, and we had sleepovers, andplayed all different kinds of games. I wore the prettiest clothes, and had the nicest hairimaginable. My mother was even in my dream, but instead of being born a boy, I dreamt I wasborn a girl, and my mother treated me with. We collapsed andhe slept with an arm and leg over me as I slept in the wet mess I made,yet more soundly than I had in a while. Thank heaven he didn't snore.I woke early and slipped into the shower, fixed my face, put on somejeans, bra and a pretty top and slipped out to the kitchen without himcracking and eye open. What got him moving was the smell of coffee,eggs and bacon cooking. He gave me a morning bear hug with a necknuzzle saying last night was fantastic. But when he rubbed my bottom. My own duties, after her bathing, dressingand getting clothed, were to run her errands and serve at her meals,and to accompany her when she went to the market or other shops andcarry back her purchases. The first days I was worked hard and sheconstantly criticized and guided the way I fashioned my dress and hairornaments, the way I wore my hair, my accent, the way I walked and mymannerisms. After some days she was more satisfied.After that first instruction I was expected to groom myself. I. She was getting dressed when Greg moved toward the bathroom. She heard the shower start and she headed down to start breakfast. She had been eating more since she was past the morning sickness phase and the doctor told her that she shouldn't gain too much. But she figured a good breakfast wouldn't hurt.By the time Greg made his appearance in the kitchen, she had the bacon almost finished. He had a few sips of coffee then made the pancake batter. The first ones hit the griddle when the doorbell.