"You could call it sexism if you want but a lot of people wish for the days when the woman looked after the home and family while the man went off to ...work and bring home the money."Both had their place and their responsibilities were clearly defined. Nowadays things are so muddied up that neither sex knows what it wants or is supposed to want," he said."Yeah," she said wistfully."Now remind me–you aren't married right?" he asked."No, I'm not married," she said."Any significant men friends? A. I knew if I hadn't been so overindulgent with my boozing of earlier, I'd not been forced to stop and pay this lovely place a visit. But it would also serve as a haven for a quick fix of the wrist-jerk variety, so I didn't mind as much as I led on. I just liked to bitch, even if only to my own self. If I wasn't the vain, or masochistic—or both—bastard that I was, I'd have made due with taking care of business by pulling over and pissing out the passenger door. But hey, I sure as shit wanted that. "You have the whole morning to get it cleaned up, change the sheets, dust and take down the curtains. If you do it well I have a small surprise for you."With that she turned and began to pull on her boots. She slipped the cape over her shoulders and left Georg to do her bidding.Georg resigned himself to being her maid for the moment and began to clean. In true German fashion he was thorough and exacting. It was not difficult, just boring really. Dust lay on every surface and needed a damp cloth. There was a silent moment and then she put her hand on my chin, thumb on one side, 4 fingers on the other and held it as she came over and kissed me lips. It wasn’t like other kisses. Those were friendly, motherly type kisses (at least on her part).This was a REAL kiss. Tender, sensual, erotic. No tongue, just a firm, tender kiss on the lips. It was incredible. I don’t think I will ever forget that kiss as long as I live. I was in love with her at that moment. “That was nice,” she sighed. She.