It would bring a small fortune in a knowledgeable auction. Once I noticed that detail, the room came alive. Everything in it was valuable, both by age... and by quality. Sheila could die happy here.My first thought had been that Mrs. Cabot wanted me off balance, hence the young girl motif. On further thought, I decided this was her regular guest room. She was "Grandmother" to all the well bred girls in Boston. This room told me she liked to have them sleep over, when they were ten to twelve years. I learned to stay still. To take off my clothes, to recline on a not too uncomfortable piece of furniture, in a not too uncomfortable but revealing pose, to keep my eyes open, and to stay still. There was no one to reveal myself to, there was no one into whose eyes to lock my gaze, I looked into emptiness, into a corner of my large room with its sparse furniture, high ceiling, large windows, bare walls onto which the sun drew its patterns, shadows of the huge old trees outside, but I defied the. Both girls answered in unison, "Yes Miss Evans." I slightly smiled, Ifelt like a school mistress at that moment."At about three o'clock you will meet our cleaner Mrs. Atkins Marcia,"Millie added somehow mysteriously, "She is a formidable lady." Yes Marcia, she is quite a lady, but I think you will like her, afterall you are quite familiar with housework yourself, you did quite a bitof cleaning in the past as you mentioned before, during the interview."I said trying to tease Marcia a bit.I saw. He thinks to ask, but it might come out weird and draw undue suspicion on him. So after saying good night, Chance stays up a little longer watching another movie by himself.When he finally goes to bed, Chance has no intentions of going to sleep, at least not for a little while. His mind is too occupied with thoughts to the day, of the whole weekend. From seeing his sister fucking some random dude on the beach to seeing her play with her dildo on the chair in the living room to the dreams of him.