I want to understand. I know it’s difficult, but if you get off on pissing or something and mom couldn’t or wouldn’t get on board, I’d rather ...know that’s the deal breaker than what I was left thinking on Tuesday. I thought I’d done something to cause it and you didn’t stop to tell me any differently. Now’s your chance to lay it out, man to man.”He looked down at the tray between us and nodded. I noticed he’d flinched at the mention of kinks. “Alright. This is one of those things that’s hard for. .. let's see if we can get this cleaned out and working again, shall we?"In silk nightie and nothing else, she climbed the fence again and almost mechanically snapped the cover back in place before picking the vacuum up and following Bob into the house.Over the next five hours, she scrubbed, dusted, vacuumed, and tidied harder than she had ever done before in her own house. Bob had watched her go about the renovation in the short nightie, and she could tell he had enjoyed the show.She even made. “I don’t know, let me think about it overnight,” I suggested to delay him.“You can have Bitsy, but I’ll have to get a new Lawyer for you. Maurice resigned effective tomorrow,” Mason reported.“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope it wasn’t anything I did,” I suggested.“I don’t think so. I offered to keep you two apart, but it didn’t make any difference. I have a pretty good idea how hard you are to work with,” Mason said.“I’m sure I’m an absolute prick,” I laughed as I spoke.“Like your last boss. She sat in the comfy armchair beside the second house phone in the suite’s living area. She made two calls. The second one was to Ambrose. He was always around in the late evening and anyway expected her to call. He was working at home (no surprise there) and they chatted briefly. They cooed goodnights when Em told him she was tired and was going to bed. Ambrose told her she sounded super-sexy on the phone and that he would be taking that thought to bed with him in a little while. Em knew.