.. I was really tired when I walked in. Long day.”She set the mail back down as he made his way to the kitchen. Jeffrey set her bag on the counter a...nd gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. It was obvious she was distracted.“You okay? You look pretty drained. Just like last night.”Allison sighed. “Jeff, the redcoats are here. Give me a break, alright?”“Oh! That time of the month, huh? Say no more!”She nodded while doing her best to maintain a look of pained exasperation. The irony of claiming to. She opened her eyes and breathed hard. She was smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, and her chest was heaving. ‘Why are you so happy?’ I asked. ‘Because I am Yours, Sir,’ she grinned, rolling her hips and displaying herself to Me. I chuckled and shook My head, letting My eyes travel back down her body. ‘You are such a dirty girl. Such a nasty, dirty, naughty slut.’ ‘Uh huh,’ she replied, giggling. She cupped her breasts and squeezed, sending her nipples pointing in absurd. As I was trying to determine if I wanted a white or black jock, brief and bikini, the clerk showed up with three or four jocko running shorts. As I slipped on the first pair he told me to come out and see how I looked in the three way mirror. When I did, I saw an older gay couple—around their 60s- and a young guy. The couple milled around looking at me as much as they were looking at the stock, and the young guy was folding stock and affixing tags. After the second costume change I called the. John’s book falls from his lap as he sits up straighter to defend himself. “It’s true! Isn’t it, Anna? You only work for father. You’re not his friend.”Rude as it may have been, it is true, she knows. She is only staff, not family, and lowly born at that. But more than that, she knows how much John truly cares for her, how well he thinks of her. She’s certain he meant no harm in his comment.Anna’s face softens, a genial smile coming to her lips. “I know. You’re right,” she accepts, trying to.