by Van © 2026
		Chapter 3

Jill was really starting to flag.  The afternoon discussion of Lady Clifton's proposed archaeological investigation of her estate had been productive and JIll now realized the project might be even more promising that she'd originally thought!

As it turns out, Lucy (Dr. Russell) had been Her Ladyship's consultant for a little more than a year, and the ginger beauty revealed that the family papers and estate records were unusually complete and stretched all the way back to the time of William the Conqueror's post-conquest land survey, and that should really help with the task of mapping the historical record to the immediate area's physical geography  It wouldn't do to get too excited before she'd even had a chance to walk the estate, but Jill realized there was a significant possibility that Bastillon Cottage and its surrounds could turn into a major archeological site requiring the talents, expertise, and administrative experience of multiple scholars and scientists, and Dr. Jill Walker was getting in on the ground floor!

In terms of her career, at the very least she should be able to get a few solid publications out of the situation.  At the very most, the project could make her career, full tenure at Lewis and Clark would be assured, and Bastillon Cottage could very well become as famous as Sutton Hoo... if there actually were significant discoveries waiting to be uncovered.  Jill was hopeful, but realistic.  She was also very, very tired.

Lady Clifton's conference with her Historical and now Archaeological consultants was happening in the third floor sitting room Her Ladyship had converted into her writing room and office, just down the hall from her luxurious bedchamber.  It was home to two desks:

(1.) The "Writing Desk," with an expensive and powerful desktop computer where "Flossie Fitzgerald" wrote her bestselling mystery novels.  It was tucked into a cozy alcove facing an arc of ceiling-to-floor windows that afforded a charming view of the gardens.  Cumberdale Castle was visible in the distance, framed in a gap in a grove of ancient oaks.

(2.) The "Working Desk" was across the room between two banks of bookshelves.  It was where Lady Clifton dealt with estate and financial concerns.  It also had an expensive workstation, suitable for videoconferencing.

More-or-less in the center of the space was a large table surrounded by comfortably padded chairs.  It was there that Lady Clifton, Jill, and Lucy were discussing the general parameters of the project, taking periodic breaks to stand, stretch and relieve their cramped muscles, gaze out at the gardens, sip tea... then return to work.

It was mid afternoon when Bailey Lockhart entered the Office, apologized for the interruption, then quietly whispered in Her Ladyship's ear.

Helen listened to her companion... frowned slightly... then smiled slightly.  Bailey finished whatever she'd been saying, took a step back, and Her Ladyship fully smiled at Jill and Lucy.

"Well, I think we've made a good start," Lady Clifton stated, then shifted the full power of her smiling gaze to Jill.  "I know you're tired, Dr. Walker, but it's still my advice that you shouldn't take a nap, not if you hope to get over your jet lag as quickly as possible."

"Why don't you and I take a hike around the estate?" Lucy suggested.  "I can show you the possible sites we've tentatively identified from the estate records."

Jill yawned, politely covering her mouth, then smiled sheepishly.  "Exercise is probably a good idea."  She turned her smile to Lucy.  "Thanks."

"My pleasure," Lucy responded as they all stood.

"Uh, does anybody know what's happened to Mel?" Jill asked.  "She isn't taking a nap, is she?"   Jill turned back to Lucy.  "Maybe we should drag her along."

"I believe 'Melvin' is engaged in some sort of activity with Elfrida," Bailey responded, "possibly a tour of the Cottage."

"Whatever," Jill shrugged, suppressing a giggle.  She'd noted that Bailey had picked up on her teasing nickname for Melody.  If it stuck, the adorable little blonde was going to be livid... or at least a little ticked off.  It should be entertaining, but not to worry.  If anything, "Melvin" was a good sport.

"Dinner will be casual this evening," Lady Clifton decreed, "to allow our new guests to retire early."

"I'll see to the arrangements," Bailey intoned.

"I'm going to sleep like a rock tonight," Jill said to Lucy as they departed to change into hiking clothes, then stifled another yawn.

"Understandable," Lucy commiserated as the Office door closed behind them.

Lady Clifton and her companion exchanged knowing smiles, then strolled to a glass-fronted bookcase to the right of the Business Desk (as opposed to the Writing Desk).  Bailey reached behind an edge of the bookcase, there was a quiet click, then the entire bookcase swung open on hidden hinges.  It was another perfectly camouflaged secret door!

The two blondes passed through the door, into the narrow stone-walled corridor beyond, the bookcase/door silently closed behind them, then locked with another click.

All things considered, Mel was in a pretty pickle.  Naked, spreadeagled, bound with leather cuffs to a sinister bondage table in Lady Clifton's spooky and medieval Undressing/Dressing Room, gagged so she couldn't complain about it, not that there was anybody present for her to complain too.  She'd been abandoned by Eldrida, the adorably cute but surreptitiously wicked maid who had tricked her into her current predicament.

Mel was languishing, and it was her first serious experience with languishing.  Granted, she'd spent a few hours in "simulated languishing" as a naked and tape-mummified ΔΙΔ pledge her freshman year at Lewis and Clark, but that was a sorority ritual/tradition and not actual damsel-in-distress desertion.  All things considered, Mel decided she didn't like languishing.  Languishing was boring, and Mel had things to do!

The prisoner-of-the-table weakly squirmed and tugged on her leather bonds.  Maybe I should take a nap, Mel pondered... but decided against.  Was she jet lagged?  Yes, but apparently the excitement of being a genuine captive trumped physical exhaustion and circadian disorientation.  Go figure.

Anyway...  Languishing...  Mel languished.  Now and then she indulged in a little weak and pointless comfort squirming... but mostly she languished.

Suddenly, the chamber's iron-bound and bolt-studded timber door opened, Mel lifted her gagged head, and watched as Lady Clifton, Mel's cousin Bailey, and the two maids, Skylar and Elfrida, filed into the chamber and gathered around Mel and her table!

"Mrrrf?" Mel inquired (whined), blinking her blue eyes above her gag and looking from smiling (gloating) face to smiling (gloating) face.

Her Ladyship was even with Mel's head, on her right.  Cousin Bailey was on her left.  Maid Skylar was next to Lady Clifton, even with Mel's right hip, and Maid Elfrida (the treacherous and adorable cutie with the charming light-brown pixie and big round glasses) was next to Bailey and off Mel's left hip.

All four of the new arrivals were smiling like...  slavering wolves gathered around a terrified and helpless fawn?  Hungry eight-year-olds surrounding a yummy birthday cake?  Four gloating villains?  That was it.  They were gloating.  That just about summed it up.  Gloating.

"Somebody has been very bad," Her Ladyship intoned (smiling her perfect smile).

"Very bad," Bailey agreed, also smiling.

Skylar was smiling and slowly shaking her head in disapproving amusement.

"Please, M'Lady," Elfrida begged.  Her smile had become somewhat... nervous?  "Miss Melody asked me to demonstrate the table.  She was emphatic."

Mel had been turning her gagged head from speaker to speaker—but now she was focused on Elfrida and blinking in confusion.  She's assumed they'd been talking about her, but apparently Elfrida was the designated baddie!  Huh?

"None of which is an excuse," Bailey intoned.

"None," Skylar agreed.

"I'm disappointed in you, Elfie," Lady Clifton sighed, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry, M'Lady," Elfrida whined.  Her smile had faded completely, her lips were trembling, and she was blinking back tears. 

Mel thought the contrite maid was being incredibly cute, but she wasn't fooled, not really.  That said, she had to admit that "Elfie" was a gifted actress.  And then, unexpectedly (and alarmingly), Lady Clifton reached out and rested her right hand on Mel's taut tummy!  Her smooth palm was now atop Mel's bellybutton!  Mel had flinched, of course.  She couldn't help it.

Lady Clifton locked eyes with her helpless house guest and fellow blonde.  "I understand your, shall we say, intellectual interest in my dungeon, Melody," Her Ladyship purred, "and I promise that your curiosity will be satisfied, but only on my terms, and only when I decide it's appropriate.  Do you understand?"

Mel blinked, then nodded her gagged head.

"Do you agree?" Lady Clifton continued.

Mel nodded again, this time more emphatically.

"Good."  Her Ladyship leaned close and lightly kissed Mel's slightly glistening forehead.  "We won't tell Dr. Walker about any of this, agreed?"

Mel nodded a third time.  The last thing she wanted was to get Dr. Jill mad at her.

Lady Clifton shifted her smile to Bailey.  "Take her back to her room so she can shower and prepare for dinner.  Make sure none of the other staff see anything.  It might be... awkward."

"Of course," Bailey nodded as the two maids curtsied.

"Very well."  With that, Her Ladyship lifted her palm from Mel's tummy, spun on her tasteful, custom-made-in-Milan, and hideously expensive high-heeled pumps, and exited the chamber.

The remaining gloating villains (and Mel) watched Lady Clifton depart... then Bailey smiled down at her young cousin.

"Your mother said you'd be a handful," Bailey purred, then focused on the waiting maids.  "Release her from the table, bind her wrists and elbows behind her back, then use the secret passages to take her up to her room."

Mel started blinking again.  Say what?  'Secret passages?'

"I suppose you should blindfold her as well," Bailey added.  "We don't want to reveal too many secrets of the Cottage this early in her tenure, do we?"

"Yes, Mistress," the maids said in unison as they dropped another pair of curtsies.

'Mistress?' Mel wondered.  Do they mean Mistress-Mistress or too-old-to-be-a-'Miss'-Mistress?

Mel watched as Elfrida strolled to one of the cabinets... then returned with two neatly coiled bundles of thin hemp rope and a sack of black cloth that Mel immediately realized was a hood!

"Mrrrm!" Mel complained, then turned her nervous gaze to her 40-something cousin.

"A handful, indeed," Bailey chuckled as she took the hood from Elfrida, pulled it over Mel's gagged head, drew its drawstring tight around her young cousin's neck (but not too tight), then tied a bow.

"MRRRM!" Mel reiterated.  The hood was lightproof, but she was relieved to find she could still breathe without difficulty.

"Do you need my help?" Bailey's voice inquired.

"You mean do we mind if you watch while we manhandle your cousin?" Skylar's voice responded.

Elfrida's voice giggled.

"Cheeky maids," Bailey's voice sighed, then both maids giggled.

Next, Mel heard dry, slithering noises she interpreted as one or both of the coils of rope being prepared for use.  Next, the cuffs binding Mel's wrists to the table were released, she was grabbed (she assumed by the maids), forced to sit up (with her legs still splayed and her ankles strapped down), her arms were wrenched behind her back, and rope (or rather cord) tightened first around her wrists... then around her elbows, until they were touching!  Apparently, the maids were quite adept at the handling and binding of Her Ladyship's more reluctant house guests.

Mel lay on her back on the comfortably soft mattress of the queen-size four-poster bed of her arguably lavish guest bedroom.  The bedclothes were pulled up to her chin as she stared up at the underside of the canopy overhead... or rather where the canopy's underside ought to be.  The bedchamber was dark.  Only a pair of dim nightlights on either side of the bed and the light of the quarter-moon shining through the open drapes of the windows were providing illumination.

The evening meal was about two hours in the past.  She'd said her good-nights to Lady Helen... then her 40-something cousin Bailey... neither of whom had had any problem whatsoever with her being strapped to a bondage-table, naked and gagged!  She'd then said goodnight to Dr. Jill... then to the other Doctor (the ginger Doctor, the one named... Lucy, yeah, that was it, Lucy; Dr. Lucy).  And finally, she'd said goodnight to The Maids—Skylar, who was obviously up to her pretty neck in all these frustrated-dungeon-tour shenanigans—and the incredibly cute Elfrida, the actual perpetrator of the aforementioned shenanigans.

Mel then retired to her guest bedroom, changed into her personally preferred pajamas of panties and a tank-top, completed her evening toilette in the attached bath, turned off the overhead lights, climbed onto the bed and between the sheets, and was now ready for much needed sleep.

Or not.

It was... inexplicable.  Mel was exhausted.  Mel was jet lagged.  Granted, she'd been, uh, discombobulated by her experience of almost getting a tour of Lady Helen's dungeon, but if ever sleep should be coming easily, it would be now... only it wasn't... and it wouldn't.  Why?  It was because kinkiness was afoot, and Mel had always had a special place in her heart for kinkiness.

Apparently, Lady Helen Clifton, Dowager Countess Cumberdale was... a very nice Bond Villainess?

Cousin Bailey was... Lady Clifton's sinister hench-woman?  That was the obvious conclusion, anyway.

The maids were... kinky?  Well, obviously they were kinky; and from the way they looked at each other they might have some sort of relationship.  The issue was, where did the pair of adorable Brit brunettes fall on the a scale from mischievous to maleficent? ...or twisted to perverse? ...or dilettante to expert?  One thing was for sure: both live-in maids were damn cute!

Dr. Lucy...  The historian was nice, but nearly a complete cipher... a tall ginger, gorgeous, intelligent, friendly, and welcoming cipher... with nice boobs.

Dr. Jill...  At least for right now Mel's mentor was focused on Lady Clifton's potentially career-making project and totally oblivious to the sinister pool of kinkiness roiling just beneath the surface of Bastillon Cottage... so to speak.

Mel had no idea how she was going to tell Jill that her Beloved Melvin had been stripped naked—(bikini-less and naked)—had been strapped down on a genuine bondage-table in the genuine antechamber of a genuine subterranean dungeon (which Mel had wanted to happen)—then had been abandoned to languish in naked and gagged—(Oh, yeah, she'd been gagged!)—helplessness!  And the languishing was all Elfrida's fault.  Mel hadn't asked for any languishing.  And then, Dr. Jill's adorable protege (Mel) had been gloated over by the entire Bastillon Cottage household, from Her Ladyship on down!  And then, she'd been dragged upstairs to this very bedroom—naked, gagged, her elbows and wrists bound behind her back, and with a hood over her head!  And the trip had been via the previously unknown (and still exceedingly poorly known) network of secret passages that (apparently) honeycombed Bastillon Cottage!  And upon arrival at said bedroom she'd been un-bound, un-hooded, un-gagged, kissed on both cheeks by both maids (meaning the cheeks on her face, not her butt), reminded that dinner would be casual, advised that that meant either a simple dress or jeans and a nice blouse, then callously abandoned in discombobulated post-bondage nudity!

And here she was... post-dinner... in bed... her tummy comfortably full... reclined on her back in the cozy darkness and trying to decide what, when, and how she was going to tell Dr. Jill about her... adventure?

Suddenly, there was a quiet knock at the bedroom door, the door opened before she could respond, the overhead lights were switched on, and Skylar and Elfrida padded into the bedchamber.  All Mel had time to do was sit up in bed and blink as her eyes adjusted to the sudden light.

The only clothing Mel had seen any of the maids wearing since her arrival—which was still technically "today"—had been their black and white uniforms, but now Skylar was wearing (just barely) a black, whisper-thin, baby-doll nightie, a frilly, sleeveless, spaghetti-strap number with a plunging neckline!  She was also wearing an equally frilly and very skimpy pair of panties (or knickers as Skylar and Elfrida would have called them), but no bra!  They (the nightie and knickers) did very little to disguise Skylar's trim, athletic, and very sexy body.  Skylar had boobs!  Skylar had nipples!  Skylar had a neatly-trimmed, dark, and luxuriant pubic bush!  Who knew?  Also, Skylar was carrying a small gym-bag of brown leather in her left hand.

As for Elfrida... Elfrida was naked (not counting her glasses)!  No nightie!  No nothing!  Also, her arms were behind her back, which, given recent events, strongly suggested to Mel that the shyly smiling pixie's hands were bound in some manner.  Mel was... impressed (see also aroused).  Elfrida's body was sleek, firm, athletic, curvaceous, and stunning.  Her skin was pale and flawless.  Mel suspected that if the comely maid was exposed to the sun for any length of time she would burn rather than tan, poor kid.  Anyway, naked Elfrida was stunning (as previously mentioned).

"Her Ladyship has left your punishment up to me," Skylar said as she padded to the bed.

Mel frowned.  "Wait.  My punishment?  Why do I need punishing?  What for?"

Skylar's smile widened.  "What for?  For playing with Her Ladyship's toys without permission, of course."  She threw back the covers, fully exposing Mel's panties-and-tank-top combo.  "Strip," the lingerie-clad maid ordered, "then sit on the edge of the bed."

"W-what?"

"You heard me," Skylar responded.  "Strip!"

Mel climbed off the bed, pulled her tank-top over her head, her panties down her legs, then tossed her "pajamas" away.  Why?  To be honest, Mel wasn't at all sure.  Maybe she was suffering from post-discombomulation-trauma.  Anyway, she noted that while this was happening Elfrida was standing perfectly (and nakedly) still with her incredibly cute smile focused on her (meaning Mel herself).

Meanwhile, Skylar (still smiling) had unzipped the gym-bag, reached inside, and produced...

"O!" Mel gasped in a near whisper.

In Skylar's hands were a pair of what were obviously bondage mittens, or hand-sheaths, or... hand-hoods?  No, Mel silently decided, 'hand-hoods' is stupid.  Anyway, while Mel was a seasoned veteran with respect to the use of duct-tape, she had zero experience with purpose-made leather bondage gear (not counting leather cuffs attached to bondage tables in subterranean dungeon antechambers).  Anyway, these particular mittens were a pretty shade of brown and looked to be soft and supple, as well as potentially quite close-fitting.

"Huh?" Mel objected.  "No!"

"Don't worry," Skylar purred as she took hold of Mel's right hand.  "They're quite comfortable."  She then shifted her smile to Elfrida.

Elfrida sighed, then spun on her bare feet in a graceful half-pirouette, revealing an identical pair of mitts laced tight around the pixie-maid's fingers, hands, and wrists.  Also, the D-rings set in the tips of Elfrida's mitts were locked together with a cute little heart-shaped padlock!

"They are comfortable, Miss," Elfrida stated, looking back over her shoulder, biting her lower lip, and blinking her incredible blue eyes behind her glasses.  It was very cute.

Mel noted the snug and allegedly comfortable mitts were resting against Elfrida's pale, smooth, firm, flawless, and incredibly attractive butt.  The rump in question was also very cute, as was the rest of Eldrida's pale, smooth, firm, flawless, and incredibly attractive body.  Also, Eldrida had nice boobs, volumetric but without being excessively bulbous... much like Mel's own mammaries.

It was then that Mel realized Skylar had already slid her right wrist into the mitt and was lacing it tight.

"Hey!"  Mel tried to pull away, but it was too late.  Her fingers were already sheathed in soft leather, unable to do more than wiggle a little, and the lacing had tightened around her wrist!  "Skylar!" she whined.

"Hold still," Skylar chuckled.  She'd already shifted her efforts to Mel's left hand, and was capturing it with just as little difficulty.

Mel was thinking that maybe she ought to start thinking about maybe getting serious about preventing Skylar from... mittenizing her hands... but it was now far too late!  The grinning maid was lacing the left mitt as tight as she had the right, and was now tying the laces off with a tight double bow.  The battle was already lost!

Why did I let her do that? Mel wondered, blinking at her leather-encased hands.  Then, she noted Elfrida was still smiling at her... and Skylar was smiling as well, her adorable dark-brown pageboy swaying as she turned her gaze from Mel... to Eldrida... then back to Mel.  Oh, Mel realized.  That's why.  I was incapacitated by naked and nearly-naked maid overload.

Skylar lifted Mel to her bare feet, dragged (led) her the short distance to Elfrida, then reached down the décolletage of her nightie and between her breasts and produced a cute little key with a cute little heart-shaped head dangling on a thin chain.  She then used said key to unlock the cute little heart-shaped padlock joining the D-rings of Elfrida's mitts.

"Okay, hug," Slylar ordered, "face-to-face with your left arms over the other's right shoulders."

"Huh?" Mel reacted, followed by, "Ooof!"

Her left arm over Mel's right shoulder (as ordered) and her right arm around Mel's waist, Elfrida had pulled the naked, flustered, and newly mitten-bound blonde into a tight embrace!  Mel and the pixie-maid were now face to face with their boobs squashed together and their tummies touching!

Mel flailed her arms, but Skylar succeeded in capturing Mel's mitts and pulling them together, putting Her Ladyship's youngest guest and her fellow maid in a mirror-image embrace.  That is, Mel's left arm was now over Elfrida's right shoulder and her right arm around Elfrida's waist.  Then—Click!—Skylar used the cute little heart-shaped padlock to lock the D-rings of Mel's mitts together against Elfrida's back!

"Brilliant!" Skylar gushed, then returned to the open gym-bag.

Mel wiggled and squirmed, very conscious of the fact that a goodly portion of her naked upper body was slipping and sliding against a goodly portion of Elfrida's naked upper body!  It was... horrible?  Okay, it wasn't horrible per se, but it was definitely discombobulating... and Mel didn't need any more discombobulation.  She tugged on her leather-encased and padlocked hands, to no avail.

"Let me go!" Mel demanded (whined).

"Don't be silly," Eldrida whispered, her lips inches from Mel's right ear.  "We're being punished."

Meanwhile, Skylar had locked the tips of Elfrida's mitts together behind Mel's back with a second cute little heart-shaped padlock—Click!—then returned to the gym-bag yet again and this time pulled out a tangled mass of thin leather straps with a number of tinkling buckles.  She quickly sorted out the mess, dropped a section over both naked captives' heads, then set to work tightening straps and buckling buckles.

It quickly became apparent that the straps and buckles were an upper-body-harness, an upper-body-harness-for-two!  The web of straps, rings, and buckles was anchored at the top by a pair of diagonal straps—horizontal straps tightened around Mel and Elfrida's upper arms (further squashing their boobs together), around their waists (reinforcing the tummy-touching aspect of their embrace—and was anchored below by a thin, pliant strap that cleaved their butt-cheeks and forced their pubic patches and pussy-regions together!

"How much of this kinky leather crap does Her Ladyship own?" Mel demanded.

"I have no idea," Skylar admitted as she secured the final buckle with a callous jerk, "but it's... quite a lot."

"Indeed," Elfrida agreed with a tittering giggle.

"To the bed," Skylar commanded.

Eldrida started squirming and trying to pad in that direction, Mel decided she might as well cooperate, and eventually the naked and involuntarily hugging prisoners were standing together (of course) at bedside.

Mel had found the short journey to be quite befuddling, by-the-way, even more unwanted discombobulation.

"Down you go," Skylar warned, then gave them a shove.

"Ooof!" Mel and Elfrida huffed as they bounced on the rumpled mattress.

Skylar returned to the gym-bag yet again and produced a pair of joined leather cuffs.  She tightened one cuff around Elfrida's right ankle... and the other around Mel's right ankle.  Their right legs were now bound together.  Nowhere near as tightly bound as their upper-bodies, of course, but they were joined.  Their left legs were free to flex and kick, but it wouldn't do either of them very much good... whatever "good" meant under these circumstances.

"This is mean!" Mel huffed.

Skylar smiled and dropped a quick curtsy.  "Thank you, Miss.  I try my best."  She then removed Elfrida's glasses, folded them flat, and carefully placed them on the nearest nightstand.

Elfrida giggled again.  Apparently she found being strapped to "Miss Melody" to be quite amusing.  In contrast, Mel found it to be quite infuriating (...or something).

"Alright, then..."  Skylar leaned down and kissed Elfrida's smiling lips... then Mel's pouting lips.  "Sweet dreams."

"Bite me!" Mel barked.

Skylar opened the bedroom door, turned off the overhead lights, then paused in the threshold.  Silhouetted in the light of the hallway, Skylar dropped another curtsy.  "Maybe next time," she purred, then closed the door, plunging the bedroom and the conjoined prisoners-of-the-bed into near total darkness.

Once Mel's eyes had readjusted... she found she had just enough light to make out Elfrida's smiling face.  She assumed Elfrida could see hers as well.  Mel turned her head and rested her chin on Elfrida's left shoulder.  Now neither captive could see the other's face, whether they were smiling or pouting.

"I don't know what you're so happy about," Mel muttered.

"It's my duty to comfort Her Ladyship's house-guests," Elfrida purred, then squirmed against Mel's body and briefly tightened their now involuntary and leather-enforced hug.

"Stop that!"  Mel shivered in response.  She couldn't help it.  "I should scream my head off," the pouting blonde sighed.

Elfrida giggled quietly.  "The only one who might possibly hear you would be Skylar.  The walls of Bastillon Cottage are very solid."

"Not counting the secret passages," Mel huffed.

"In any case," Elfrida continued, "I'm afraid I can't allow that.  No screaming.  Even the extremely remote possibility of disturbing Her Ladyship's slumber is unacceptable."

Mel smiled.  "Oh really... and what are you gonna do to stop me?"

"Why, gag you," Elfrida said solemnly, "if necessary.".

"Gag me?" Mel scoffed.  "And exactly how are ya gonna do that?"

"With a kiss-gag, of course," Elfrida purred.  "I'll silence you with my lips, tongue, and mouth."

Mel blinked into the darkness before responding.  "All night?"

"If necessary," Elfrida confirmed.

"Oh."  Mel stifled a yawn.  "Well... in that case...  Goodnight, Elfie."

Elfrida smiled, then turned her head and lightly kissed Mel on her left cheek.  "Goodnight, Melvin."

Mel didn't respond for several seconds...  "Miss?" Elfrida whispered.  There was no response.  Eventually she realized her involuntary bed-mate had fallen asleep.  The naked and helpless maid heaved a gentle sigh, then closed her eyes.

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