”She opened her eyes and lifted her head, smiled, and when she spoke she was once more completely in character, as if she had only closed her eyes f...or a moment.“Thank you, Edgar, I needed that nap. It has been a long day, but a lovely one.”At the station I checked the timetable with the Station Master, a gruff old gent who updated us without apology for the muddled service. Our train was supposed to arrive at the station in twenty minutes, but he’d heard on the telegraph that it was running an. My pay also increased abundantly into the lower six figure range. Again... For a price...I signed a contract with Miss Laura. I definitely should have read all of the fine print. But more about that later....A new house maid was hired and I moved into quarters right next to hers with a door leading to her bedroom suite. My quarters has a small living room with a nice sized bathroom with a shower tub, sink, toilet and a vanity. My bedroom is quite with a four-poster queen-size bed, a desk, table. I shook her hand, which was soft and cool."Come and sit down, what would you like to drink?" She asked and just then she tripped on a rug, but I was behind her and shot my hands forward, grasping a well-rounded breast in each hand.Instead of pushing my hands off she crossed hers over mine and I pulled her up and on to my chest. God she felt lovely and soft for an old woman. It seemed I held her like that for a long-time, but really it must have been only about 10 seconds."Coffee will do fine. ”“Keep running!”“Artie ... I can’t. It’s too much.”“Push it, damn you!”“Artie ... please. Turn it off.”“Keep your feet moving!”“Artie!”“Well, damn you, then!” he yelled.The treadmill slowed to a halt, and Charlie hobbled off of it like a wounded animal. Artie’s anger stuck to him as Charlie rested his hands on his hips, his face beet-red, his body fighting to catch its breath.“That was totally useless!” yelled Artie. “My six year-old daughter could do better than that. You’re not a pussy, are.