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she says ‘rise and shine,’ I’m going to puke.”
    “Rise and shine,” Misha said, as if in answer to Jessica’s lament.
    “Blah,” she said, miming vomiting, even as she cast her eyes at the clock. “Holy crap, it’s six o’clock in the blessed a.m.! Is she nuts?”
    Jessica covered her head with the pillow. A moment later, the floor creaked and groaned. From the volume of the noises, it was easy to deduce who had entered her room.
    “Come on, Anya, breakfast time. You have a big day ahead of you; let’s try to make it a good one, okay?”
    “Please, I’m tired. Come back in an hour,” she complained, not moving the pillow.
    Smack! Misha gave her a firm, but not severe spank. Jessica was up in an instant!
    “Ouch,” she yelped. “That was mean. You could have given me another warning.”
    Misha stood there, arms crossed over her massive chest. “We do not have time for shenanigans, Anya. Here all of our little girls must pull their own weight. Get dressed in your school clothes, they’re in the dresser, and get downstairs for breakfast.”
    Jessica swallowed hard, rubbing her sore seat. “Yes, ma’am,” she mumbled, and then an idea came to her. “It’s just… well, my momma and poppa always let me sleep late.”
    Again she put on her best sad puppy-dog eyes and looked up at Misha. Jessica chewed her lip. Misha didn’t seem to be softening.
    “I understand you’re still dealing with your loss, Anya, but there are some things you’re going to have to adjust to. Now, get going.”
    Wow, she’s good.
    Jessica nodded and rushed to get the clothes from the dresser, even as Misha moved on. As she got dressed, Jessica had to roll her eyes again; the outfit was ridiculous, stupid, and downright embarrassing. It was essentially a Catholic schoolgirl uniform with an incredibly short skirt and white cotton panties. She felt like she should be in some sort of porno movie!
    Oh, well, I’m in a house full of women, and they think I’m one of them. What’s the big deal? So long as I don’t have to go out in public like this.
    Ambling down the back stairs, she yawned and stretched, and tried to come to life. The smell of fresh brewed coffee certainly helped. Once in the kitchen, and avoiding the cooks as they bustled about, she got herself a cup of coffee without thinking. She’d done it every morning for years. All three cooks froze and stared at her.
    Uh-oh, this does not look good.
    “Anya, what do you think you’re doing?” the head cook scolded, snatching the cup from her. “Don’t you know coffee is bad for a little girl? It’ll stunt your growth.”
    Jessica almost rolled her eyes. Do they actually believe that old wives’ tale? Thinking quickly, she painted a sad look on her face. “Oh, I’m sorry, but the smell and taste of coffee make me think of my poppa. He would always put a little in my milk, so I could share it with him.”
    The cooks responded with a collective ‘awww’ and patted her in sympathy. While they didn’t give her back the coffee, they put a little in her glass of milk. At first, she thought it was only a tiny victory, then she tasted it, and almost gagged.
    Holy crap, this stuff is like triple espresso! Sheesh, I always make a point of getting a good bikini wax, but this coffee just might put the rose back on my bud in record time. And it’s amazing how rich and thick the milk is… It’s like drinking thick cream. It has to come straight from the cow.
    She then got to work helping to set the table. Jessica was bound and determined to avoid any spankings today. So, she knew she had to play nice and suck up to the powers that be. Then, sitting down—which proved very easy, as the soreness had dissipated—she was again amazed at the size of the meal. It was a huge breakfast of toast, eggs, bacon, cheese, and meat. It took a lot of effort, but she managed to choke it all down. Well, the toast and butter went down easily; they were incredibly delicious and Jessica