And, after all, a kiss was still a kiss.She had still been 'mulling' over the last of the dishes when Mihoshi had descended, leaning in to the kitchen... covertly, as anyone with such a mass of golden hair might."Psssssst!" Huh?" Sasami had looked up, gaping uncomprehendingly at the pair of blue eyes suddenly staring at her intently."Shhhh!" Miho intoned, finger pressed to her lips when seeing She had Sasami's full attention. "Come with me!" She added."Mihoshi?" Sasami murmured surprised to say. Julie leaned forward and whispered into Sarah’s ear. “Will you serve us?” The words SERVE US echoed in Sarah’s mind. She went weak in the knees. “YES” she stated in the first firm voice they had heard from her. “Call me Mistress” Julie commanded. “Yes Mistress” Sarah declared in a much humbler tone, even though her soul was soaring. “I want you to start at the top and slowly unbutton your blouse. Don’t stop until I say” Julie commanded. Sarah knew intellectually that her back was to the crowd. He had picked out one gallon of paint. His father then had him read the label concerning coverage. The label said that it would cover four hundred square feet or two hundred square feet if two coats were required. Robert had gone off and returned with two gallons of paint. His father then pointed out that what he had gotten was paint for trim rather than flat wall paint. Then he had picked out two different colors of paint by accident. His father had been all over his ass about that. He ended. At the end of the day she admitted that her son was eighteen and a man. Although she was very disappointed in Alison, she was thankful that Alison was a rich and successful woman, who wouldn’t drag her son down into debt and misery due to a moment’s weakness. With many kisses and thanks Doreen had left Mabel and walked home, her mind full of conflicting thoughts and ideas for the future. Jane was in a bad mood, as far as she knew John was with Alison keeping her happy. There was nobody keeping.