"Hello maid Missy."I blush, though it won't be visible through the heavy make up, and slowlycurtsy before her. Mistress Thorne turns her head to see M...iss Black."Nice try, but did you honestly expect me not to know her?"Miss Black looks shocked, but then grins. "Ah.. so you know who she is?"Mistress nods turning back to me, "Oh yes.. it's my little ginger bitch.You should have said earlier, I'd have given her to you. She was allpacked up and ready to go, but no.. you asked for the red. However, I refuse to short circuit the legal process to satisfy the whims of a rich kid."Mark thought about what the sergeant said and apologized. "You're right. I am pretty uptight because this thief was let go last night." The sergeant nodded."Rachel, I will go in with them and sign whatever papers they have for me. You stay here and decide whether or not I keep her on as manager here." Rhonda was filled with remorse as she realized the extent she had misjudged and underestimated Mark.Rachel. So we went for a walk, mostly.As we left the restaurant she tucked in close and was practically purring as she rubbed my side. I slipped my arm around her and it felt really nice. It felt right, in a way that was new to me. She must've felt the same thing."God this is nice." She said mainly into my coat."Yeah, how come we never cuddled as friends?" I wondered aloud. It's not like we even hugged much before this."Seriously?" she asked pulling back in and looking at my face."Yeah. This is great.. The marks still visible in the doorway where I measured how tall they were getting. Their bedrooms were still set up exactly the way as when they last slept here all those years ago. For the rest of the night and the next morning I just sat there thinking about what kind of monster I was.ChangeSuddenly loud knocking on the front door ended my dreary thoughts. The police were there. Several of them. Quick thoughts of acting like I wasn't home or running out the back flew through my mind. But.