.....I was......her......husband. No, that cannot betrue I am meerly her maid. I present the coffee as she seats herself onthe couch."What is your nam...e?" Maid Sixty-nine." Not David?"Her eybrows raise in question, but I struggle to understand what shemeans."No Mistress I am Maid Sixty-nine and I am yours to command."Her frown disappears and she visibly relaxes."Well at least now you have a purpose in my life, all be it a submissiveone," she smirks.She picks up a near by phone and dials a. Her transgressions could be overlooked only as long as the image of attempted good intentions was present and that was certainly left in the dust a long time ago.They decided that corporal punishment was out of the question because the violent nature of the situation precluded such a solution because it only added to the confusion of several criminal acts already committed against innocent parties.The decision of course did not satisfy most of the higher-ups in the church structure. Still,. But now, her repeated returns, the continuing mystery of her identity, the combination of threats and enticement, the fact that she always kept her face veiled throughout their carnal encounters left him feeling used. Although it wasn’t clear to him what influence Lady Henderby might have on his fate, he didn’t feel able to risk the threat.The woman seemed to sense his acceptance and led Tim by the hand into his own room. She shook her head at it’s untidy state but pulled the bed covers back. "What for?" asked Craig. "I'm the one who should be thanking you." It's just ... I don't know. It's complicated." Gee. You think so?" he asked, sarcastically."What I mean is that you look like Carly, and sometimes I think of you as Carly, but I know you're Craig and I've never felt things for Craig like I feel them now. Like I feel about you now." How do you feel about me?" asked Craig, feeling tension leap into his body."I thought you were a pain in the butt before," said Sherry. "Now, not so.