About 9:30, I grabbed my materials and headed out to meet number 12 promptly at 10am. I arrived a few minutes early and made my way to the door. I did... not ring or knock, I let myself in. I was disturbed to find that Elizabeth was still there and had not yet taken the baby to daycare. She was talking to number 12.hmmm… “What’s going on ladies? A little coffee clatch before the office opens” I k**ded them. Elizabeth looked around to me and said “No, Boss, just girl talk. Must have lost track of. Then, possibly, maybe that’s how I happened to miscue and get a little out of touch with our circumstance, as I casually ask you: ‘Imagine in a year from now or so, … what if we’re still together?’ I can’t put my finger on why I ask, but I’ve opened a potentially scary and risky question. Not that I’ve said anything wrong, but for our first meeting it might be construed that I’m being too anxious, and being overly forward assuming whatever relationship we’ve started will also exist afterwards. It's a couple hours later and i am feeling quite tipsy, having forgotten i left that website on masters computer. Master comes through the door and drops his brief case, he comes up to me and gives me a firm squeeze on the rump as I am finishing putting dishes away in the kitchen, then he goes into his office and turns on his computer and I think oh shit, I try to stop him before he turns on the screen to the pictures of girls being spanked, Master gets this grin on his face as he tells me to. I worked in Collections, Repossessions, and Unclaimed Funds for a national concern and we cooperated with many states, sharing information, so if she was legit, I would find out quickly.She was who she said she was, had been divorced for 20 years and had sued her ex for child support 15 years ago, but he disappeared from the state to a state where they won't go after him. She was on the town school board and worked as an executive assistant for the state assessor's office. Oh, and her "fifty.