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Miss Debbie strolled in after a few minutes and told me she was a little ashamed at being so messy.

"But I'm just so busy anymore modeling and everything. And on the weekends I like to kick back and relax or go out to the Island. I'm afraid housework's not one of my top priorities, Cissie."

I told her I had an idea. I'd go from one end of her place to the other and get her organized. I had more than a week, and what else was I going to do? I didn't really want to watch soap operas, anyway. Being busy would make the time go faster and Cindy would be home quicker.

"I'll go buy several big laundry baskets when I go out Thursday. I'll label them so you can throw your clothes into the proper basket when you get undressed, and that way they'll be sorted out for the laundry."

She thought it was a great idea, of course. She smiled and told me she'd gladly pay for anything I bought for the "project."

It was starting to get late, but Miss Debbie asked me to rinse out a few panties and bras for her since her lingerie drawer was nearly empty. As I stood in her bathroom washing her underthings for her, she got undressed for bed. She didn't want me to help her undress, I guess.

"Thanks for rinsing those out, Cissie," she said nicely as I hung them carefully over her shower rail to dry. She was dressed in nearly every girl's favorite sleepwear; a big, loose guy's T-shirt over silky panties. Debbie wore a soft white T-shirt, and as she bent to pick up a Vogue, I noticed her panties were in a cute baby-blue shade.

She came into my room with me to say good night. Proudly, she showed me several nighties, as well as tap pants and camis and lingerie in a drawer.

"These are for you in case you didn't bring night things, Cissie. I asked Cindy what you slept in, and she told me you wore her older nighties and things most of the time. Anyway, I think it's neat that you wear pretty things to bed Cissie, so feel free to wear any of this, O.K.?”

I blushed and thanked her sheepishly.

"Oh, and I know you sleep on special sheets too, she said as she walked to the bed quickly, "so I got some for your bed so you'd feel more at home.

She pulled back the covers to reveal glossy pink rubber sheets and pillow cases, just like I had at Miss Cindy's. I was

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speechless. The little nighties were embarrassing enough, but the sheets were even more shameful. Unfortunately the purpose they served wasn't too hard to determine. They were there to protect the bed if I. . .if I. . .had wet dreams.

Debbie saw my distress and blushed a little herself. "I hope you don't mind. I just thought you'd feel more comfortable," she said with an apologetic tone.

"I-it's O.K., Miss Debbie. I'm...just sort of surprised. But I'm used to them and they'll be fine. I'm sorry,. . .ahh. .it's just strange sometimes, you know. I see all this as part of Miss Cindy and I, and when it's someone else. . .

"Well, I certainly didn't mean to offend you, Cissie. Cindy told me it would be all right. She told me to feel free to undress in front of you and that you will be trying on my clothes...I don't mean any harm I think the relationship you and Cindy have is very nice we all kind of envy her, actually."

"It's all right, Miss," I said, blushing, "really, it's O.K. What time shall I wake you in the morning, Miss?"

"Oh, I think 8:00 will be early enough," she said as she left for her bedroom.

I slipped on a satin T-shirt and matching panties and went to bed. The double bed gave me more room than my single at home, and even on my first night away from Cindy's I slept well.

The whole week I cleaned and organized Miss Debbie's place from one end to the other. She would arrive home in the evening at 7:30 or 8:00 to find me still tied in my rubber work apron scrubbing or cleaning some little corner.

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I caught up with her laundry and ironing, and then got her permission to go through her drawers and closets to organize things. I'd leave a neat stack of things for her to go through each evening things I thought she'd probably want to give away or something. Mostly, she agreed with my choices. I waited on her and followed her orders, but she didn't use me as a personal maid. And I didn't push it. After all, helping with personal things like bathing or dressing involves a certain intimacy. She loosened up a little as the week went on, however, and casually walked around in her bra and panties or whatever while I did the housework.

Thursday, I asked to borrow some of her jeans and a shirt. The jeans were girls' of course, but the shirt was an oxford cloth, so I looked O.K. to go in stores. I went and checked