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navy ship and treated as guests of the Captain. They sailed on to their
destination and by nightfall were back at the estate with Prudence’s parents.
Other than a reluctance to sit down and an awkward moment in the company of the
navy captain as she explained the events of the day and she felt a leaking
dribble running down the inside of her thighs, Prudence was in good spirit. She
explained that she had simply been forced to cook for the rogues and feed them,
but otherwise their behaviour had been tolerable.
    She had sworn Maud to secrecy over the events on the Elvira. They would
however talk often about what happened, late at night in hushed tones in the
privacy of Prudence’s room. The troubled servant finally coming to terms with
Prudence’s assurances that, despite everything, she had secretly enjoyed the
experience. She found Maud eventually wanting to learn more and more of how
they had done it and how it had felt. Prudence would play out her fallen woman
fantasies again, but this time with Maud as a companion, taking the place of
the unsavoury gentleman customers, pleasing her mistress with a hairbrush
handle.

The
House Cleaner
     
    The kids were running around like lunatics and getting under her feet
and Chris was trying to rein them in and make sure they had all their school
stuff together before he bundled them into the car so he could drop them off on
his way to work. She finished the sandwich boxes and pushed them into the
backpacks on top of the random assortment of books and sports kit and handed
them to Chris. He gave her a quick peck and called to the kids to get into the
car.
    “I’ll get finished as soon as I can at work, but I’m going to be late
back whatever happens.” He apologised.
    Nicole gave him an understanding smile as she brushed a strand of loose
hair from her face. Like everyone else she knew times were hard, money was
short. But they got by better than some she knew. The overtime Chris got at the
factory came in handy and she worked when the kids were at school, as a
domestic cleaner.
    Once she had watched Chris and the kids disappear out of sight around
the corner she closed the front door and did a quick round up of stray clothing
and toys, washed the breakfast plates and cups and headed up for a shower.
Freshened and make-up applied she dressed and packed her hold-all with the days
requirements for her job.
     By ten o’clock she was at her first call in Farleigh Crescent and
in elbow length rubber gloves, was scrubbing the toilet and bringing a sheen to the bathroom. Bathroom first - that was the way
Mrs. Smart liked it done. She always paid by cheque which was a nuisance and
never quite found the time to drag herself away from the television to utter
more than a “thanks love” when   Nicole had
finished her chores.
    Due to the late arrival of the bus she was ten minutes late to the Hindhurst Road house but it didn’t matter. The two men who
shared the place were both at work and she let herself in with the key they had
entrusted her with. Though it was never spoken aloud, she knew they were a gay
couple and she often wondered just why they wasted their money on employing a
cleaner three days of the week.   They kept the place spotless
themselves and her tasks amounted to little more than a quick vacuum around,
dust a few surfaces and take out the rubbish on a Wednesday. Finishing early as
she usually did she spent the last thirty five minutes
sat out on the patio smoking a cigarette while she flicked through a
magazine.  On her way out she collected the cash that was always left on
the hallway table and locked up.   
    She normally caught the bus to Mr. Jordan’s, her last call of the day.
But as the weather was pleasant today she decided to walk.  No sooner had
turned into the tree lined avenue of Spring Grove than she felt the butterflies
begin in her stomach. The large houses sat back from the road had pristine
gardens and looked altogether grander and far removed