"Well, um, it looks like a bra," Michael answered."Ya think? Gee Michael, I never would have guessed if it hadn't been for you. What I really want to ...know is who it belongs to and what it was doing underneath your pillow." What are you suggesting, Meredith?" Michael learned early in his relationships with women that the best defense was to go quickly to the offense. "There's only one person in this house who wears those." Well, Michael, I hope for your sake that you have started crossdressing,. However that isn't interesting enough for Master William, He kicks myleg making my knee buckle, then grabs me by the back of the neck, andslowly forces me forwards, bending at the hip, until my face is just aninch away from the steaming coffee...Part of me wonders if this will melt the plastic sprayed on my face, therest of me realises this is going to hurt, I push back, but he's muchtoo strong for me, "Resisting maid? Not very well trained are we? Maidssubmit!"With that he shoves me forwards,. Bye Cin." I'm sorry Cindy." Dorothy Barlow looked at her daughter with a mixture of sympathy and remorse. "I had hoped that the passage of time might temper you feelings about me and what happened last year." Don't bother..." Cindy leveled a glare as she turned to face her mother."I'm sorry you hate me so much. I'll leave you alone." Dorothy's face fell into undisguised anguish."I don't hate you. I just ... I mean..." Cindy struggled for the words that expressed the depth of her disappointment.. Reaching for it again Anna felt Lara come up behind her, “Here, let me.” Lara leaned into Anna taking the bottle from her hand and twisting the cork free. Lara looked at Anna, “I was a worried there,” she laughed, “now I feel a bit heroic.” Lara’s laugh put Anna at ease. Anna looked at Lara, her wavy blonde hair curled around her face more than usual. Anna noticed how Lara’s face dimpled at the ends of her smile. Lara reached across Anna for a glass, pausing as their faces passed each other.