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Alan hadn't even noticed. When he had shared his discovery about Mark and what Mark's mother had said, then what Cindy had added, Mrs. Taylor was very happy. She could see her dreams getting closer to becoming reality.

Saturday morning had arrived and still not a single job prospect! How was Alan going to pay for his dates with Cindy in the future? He certainly couldn't keep sponging off of his mother. He was worried because he was running out of places to look.

Like the previous week, mother and son started the day by showering and shampooing their hair. When Alan returned to his bedroom, with just a towel wrapped around his waist and another turban-style around his head, he was a little surprised that his mother had already made his bed and upon it had left him a complete set of

clothes.

Alan remembered the apron uniform he had worn last week, so the outfit he saw didn't totally shock him (as it would have perhaps most other boys).

But this week he gasp, "She's gone too far!" His mother had taken their little game one a step farther than last week.

On top of the pile of clothes was a pair of white panties with some lace trim around the legs and in the front panel. There were white pantihose and a full length white slip, again with borders of white face at the hem and around the bodice. Below the lingerie, was a navy blue maid's dress!

It looked about knee-length, with three-quarter length sleeves and a white lace Peter Pan collar. The cuffs of the sleeves also had three-inch wide lace trim. On the floor were a pair of two-inch heeled black pumps. Alan was about to holler for his mother to demand an explanation but he stopped himself.

He remembered how happy it had made his Mom when he wore the uniform last week. It hadn't killed him had it? She obviously got a kick out of seeing him dressed this way. Didn't she work tirelessly so that he would have a good life? Didn't she unhesitatingly give him money when he needed it? Besides he was about to ask for some more money to take Cindy on a date. He moaned, "What the heck. .I'll surprise her!

Ten minutes later Karen Taylor heard a knock on her bedroom door.

"Come on in, I'm dressed," she called out as she finished clipping the last roller into her hair. The door opened. She expected to see Alan in his jeans and t-shirt and that she would have to coax him into wearing "proper housecleaning clothes."

For once Karen Taylor was shocked. Alan strode into the room casually, and asked "Mom, would you mind setting my hair today?" His mother was caught speechless for a moment. Alan appeared to be dressed from the skin out in the clothes she had laid out. Right down to the pantihose and heels! He mouth must have dropped when

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he said calmly and coolly, "Oh, by the way, thanks for laying out my clothes for the day, I appreciate it." He was enjoying the look of surprise on his Mom's face for a change.

"Wh.. I mean of course. Have a seat," Alan's mother said as she watched her skirted son try to properly tuck the skirt under his legs as he sat down in front of the vanity.

She wanted to play this as coolly as her son was. "Does that dre. .UNIFORM fit alright honey?"

"Not bad at all, Mom. The zipper in the back was a little difficult at first but I managed. It sure is handy that your boss buys you all these extra uniforms," Alan continued as if this was perfectly normal.

"Why yes. It is isn't it. Mrs. Richardson is a very generous employer. The next time you see her remember to thank her for that vani...desk and mirror set."

"Oh, yeah. I will."

Alan watched with interest as his mother wound roller after roller into his long, wavy, wet hair. He remembered something,

"When Cindy comes back I'm going to pick her up at the airport. She's coming back a week before her mother so she'll need a ride. I'd like to make an appointment to get my hair done that morning if possible.'

"Oh, I'm sure that won't be a problem," Mrs. Taylor replied happily that Alan now felt comfortable doing such things.

"I want her to style my hair into a French Twist," Alan added. His mother almost dropped the roller she was winding. Quickly she regained her composure.

"Oh Really? That would certainly look...elegant. Where did you get the idea for that?" She asked fascinated by this new shocker. "Cindy suggested it. Is it some kind of twisty looking curl or something?"

"Uhmm...I believe so...there's a lot of variations. Don't worry, Ann will know."

The last roller was pinned in place at the nape of Alan's neck. Alan leaned forward and picked up a neatly folded, white, lace kerchief that was sitting on his mother's vanity. The lace resembled that of his uniform's trim.

"Is this the scarf you want to cover my curlers with Mom?" he asked as he handed it over his shoulder to her. Again she was taken a little aback at his cooperative behavior.

"As a matter of fact it is. It matches the uniform," she replied as she carefully spread the lacy material over his curlers and tied it up behind his neck. Once again, Alan presented the picture of a young, female house servant. Mrs. Taylor smiled as she anticipated Amanda's surprise.