”“Very well, Sir.”It was too late in the day to do much else, so I retired to my room, to be greeted with fresh linen on a newly made bed, as La...dy Maude had become in the habit of carrying out this action each morning. After hanging up my jacket, I sat down in the easy chair provided and resumed the somewhat aptly named Wodehouse novel, Money in the Bank, that I had been reading during those times that I was not otherwise engaged with my duties.Time moved on once more and the household had. Even though Bob himself was too young, he looked a great deal older than he was, and he would collect money from the members, hitch to the larger town ten miles away where no one knew him and buy the magazines. He collected more than the magazines cost, and he would pocket the difference for his trouble. Everyone seemed happy with the arrangement, including the younger boys. He had been doing it for almost five months now, and the club had amassed quite a library of reading material which, just. I felt week and tearful. “Sit there and eat your breakfast bitch.” He watched as I struggled to eat every last bit. “Good” he said. “Now today you two girls have been invited to go and play tennis with Bob Coleman’s boys.” I nearly choked! “Mums out with your sister buying you new tennis gear, she said your keen on tennis honey?” I said nothing and went to my room. I lay in bed in my nightie. Id felt kind of strange since we moved, not just the clothes thing but in my body. My nipples. I’ll think of something I can do to help” mom said, she then stood up and left to go downstairs, leaving me with the worst feeling in the world.Mom picked up her cell phone from the kitchen, walking past my dad who had crashed out on the chair again.“Hello? Amanda? Hey I need some advice...well you’re a sex therapist aren’t you? Well good, Lance has got this problem. Sure, tomorrow’s fine...Thanks you’re the best, bye”She came back to my room a few minutes later.“Hey, just spoke to Amanda she.