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dear. Whatever we want.”
    More and more, I was finding out how true that was.
    Suddenly, a knock came at the door. I opened it, of course, obediently his servant.
    It was Lilah.
    “Darling! Welcome home.”
    She swept immediately past me, attending to her husband. Her arms were around him almost instantly—whatever their dispute had been, it had been buried, I suppose. Or forgotten. Or waylaid, somehow, via recent circumstances.
    I left them to their business.
    * * * * *
    B y now of course, I am sure you are pulling your hair out in frustration.
    Get out of there! Take all your things and leave immediately! Gather evidence, file a grievance, make sure they all pay for doing this to you!
    But I just...I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
    Here is why:
    After I slipped outside the office, I heard very quickly Lilah moaning—lovemaking sounds, calling out Castle’s name in absolute ecstasy. Glee. Joy.
    Do you see? Do you see, now?
    They needed me there. I can’t explain it, but I truly felt like since I had arrived, some of the gloom had been lifted from the house. Spoons would crack jokes to Terrance and Elliot. Lilah kept commenting about how happy she was, and how she wasn’t drinking as much as she used to. And Mister Castle...well, when I saw him at first, you would think a smile would have broken his face in half. But in that office, when he was feeling me up, he was positively glowing .
    So I know. I know that I shouldn’t have encouraged such lewd, offensive behavior.
    But it wasn’t like we were having sex or anything. They were just...enjoying my body. Feeling me. Dressing me. That wasn’t strictly traditional, but it wasn’t terrible either. And if it made them happier—if some joy had returned to their home as a result—why, wouldn’t I be a terrible person if I didn’t keep it up?
    I am sure the astute reader will have some wild theory about me loving all of this, about me needing and craving their attention desperately, the same sort of completely devoted and adoring attention that I had been deprived of my whole life. Here I was, entering a new household with a mother and father and brother type figures, and all of them can’t stop talking about me or complimenting me or calling me their good girl. Oh yes, I’m sure all kinds of wild theories abound in your devious little head.
    I’ll have you know I’m rather above all of that, and I resent the implication.
    As far as I can resent such things, anyway. I try to avoid resentment. A good girl can’t very well resent things for very long, after all, otherwise I wouldn’t be good for much longer.
    I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen. After that little run-in with the boss and his wife, I wanted a little release of my own. I had chocolate in mind. What I got, though, was giving Terrance an eyeful as my breasts nearly popped out of my tiny dress once more.
    He was in the kitchen, sitting down over a bowl of soup. His eyes widened as he saw what I had on—no doubt made more sexual by the way my hair was all mussed from my hands slipping through it in my confused lust from the episode in the study, and my nipples still completely erect after Castle’s exciting hands slid all over me.
    “Wow,” said Terrance. “You put on all that for me?”
    “This?” In my head rush of lust after leaving the study, I had forgotten how ludicrously oversexed I appeared. “No. No, I’m sorry. This was...no. This was what Lilah put me in.”
    “She put you in it? You mean she dressed you?”
    My pussy jolted heatedly from the memory. “Yes.”
    “That’s pretty sexy. Did you like it?”
    I crossed my arms under my chest, only dimly aware of how that displayed my tits even more. “That’s none of your business!”
    Terrance stood up and came closer.
    “I think it is. What else happened? You seem...agitated.”
    “Nothing.”
    He shook his head. “Something. Tell me.”
    There was no way he was going to leave me alone until I told him something. I