You're a man, you can't help yourself." But ... I..." he started to say."You're obviously aroused, but why? What did I do to get you that way?" How ...... how can I put it," Donny said, trying to formulate the right words and not offend Mrs. Jones. "I find you ... attractive, of course. You are you know."Mavis held up a hand as if to cut him off, but she found herself strangely excited at his compliment. His words as well as the erection she had brought about had made her wet, and she was. A realization dawned on him. The town behind him was where he’d gone every day to work. The country in front of him was where he’d come to every day after work. He had lived in one of the houses, one of those lights. He started walking alongside the road, toward the lights. He knew better than to walk close to the road. The road was where men with guns and dogs patrolled, looking for such as he. Se he stayed in the woods, shuffling along, hoping to find something—anything—to eat. The night. As they left the hotel for their second evening looking for food his mother instinctively grabbed his hand and said “come on darling”. Wills head was spinning now he was totally confused his mother never acted like this before. They found a nice restaurant, where once again the staff thought they were a couple, with low lighting and candles on the table. They ordered drinks and as they waited for their starter to arrive Will thought he should say something. “Mum, I think it best if I sleep on. "What would you like to know, Ms.Anderson?"Heather smiled indulgently. "Your mistress tells me you're quite a goodmaid."He waited silently for a direct question or order."She says you keep a diary. May I see it?"He stared at the floor in horror. His Maid's Notebook containedintimate secrets, including the punishments he had received, why he haddeserved them, and what he had learned from them.His wife interrupted his thoughts to say irritably, "Cecilia, what areyou waiting for?" Yes, Ms..