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Left To Babysit | whiteballs | 11

 

"You mean, I'll have to call you 'mistress' in front of the kids?" I ask doubtfully.

"If you can't, then I also won't take them to school!" Liza retorts.

"Please be reasonable," I beg. "I'll do anything you want, as long as it's not in front of the kids." I wonder why I said that, but the thought of being under the control of someone who runs errands for me, and helps around the house was quite appealing.

"Okay, we'll not do it when the kids are around." Liza finally agrees.

"You won't do what when we're around?" asks Alice, with Alex in tow.

"Clean the study and the playroom," Liza replies somewhat defensively. "You'd just get in the way."

Liza starts the car as the kids hop in. I wave at them as they back out of the garage. I close the garage door when they're finally out of sight.

As I head back into the house, my phone rings. It's Shiela again. "I need you at the office right now," she says authoritatively.

"But I can remotely access the client's site from my home computer," I reply.

"Well then, can I visit you at home, or would you wife object?"

"I'm alone right now. But why would you visit me?"

"There's something I'd like to show you."

"Can't you just email it?"

"I would, if that could be done to a 3D object!"

 

Should I allow her to visit me?


          yes

          no

 
 

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