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I asked about Frank and she said he was O.K. but working too hard and playing golf all the time. "You know, just like all men," she said.

There was a silent pause. Finally I asked the question I'd wondered about for so long. Why had she done it? Why had she made me be her maid? She knew I'd do anything for her. Why did she have to prove it?

"I wasn't a girl, Cindy," I said. "And I'm not gay why did you do it?”

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She looked at me seriously and said, "I never meant to hurt you, really. I mean, I knew I was teasing you, but I. . well, I don't know . . ." She was quiet for a moment and looked around the restaurant as she reached over and took my hand.

"It's not like I planned it, Cissie it just sort of happened. I could tell you were falling for me and . . . and then you just started doing everything I said and stuff," she explained. "I don't know, I guess I kind of got off on the power. Once I started, I just had to see how far I could go.

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"And of course I knew you weren't a girl or gay, Cissie,' Cindy said sarcastically. "But I did catch you wearing my panties, don't forget! And when I thought about it, why not have someone who loves you be your maid? You liked being with me, so why not? Gays like women, I guess, but they certainly don't love them like you do! I guess the other possibility would have been a submissive little femme lesbian or something. But I think that's been done already, and I wanted to do something different."

Cindy lightened up and giggled a little, squeezing my hand.

"Oh, you were so cute and feminine, Cissie. I mean after the hormones and stuff. And I apologize for them, Cissie, but I knew it would make it easier for you," she said. "You know, sexually . . ." she added quietly. "And they were weak enough that once you stopped, everything was O.K., wasn't it?"

I looked at her sadly, not letting her off the hook. I'd been curious about it all, but I wasn't really mad. Cindy thought I was, though, so she was explaining everything as best she could.

"Was it awful when Frank and I were in my apartment and stuff. I mean, the way you used to look when you'd slink out of our bedroom! I'm sorry, Cissie, I really am. But you

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just kept letting me, you know? Frank and I felt guilty sometimes knowing you were so jealous, but you always seemed to accept everything what were we supposed to do, give up a great maid? I started believing maybe you liked being jealous and stuff."

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She leaned over close and whispered, "You know, Frank admitted after you left that he got off on it too. He thought it was neat that you wanted me so badly and did everything for me, and all he had to do was snap his fingers to go to bed with me! He said it made him feel powerful."

I blushed, reliving those humiliating moments. "He's glad you're gone, though, Cissie," she said, "he thought you and I were getting a little too close there at the end.

She looked at me briefly, acknowledging with her eyes that Frank had been right she had been getting too close to me towards the end!

"You were so good with Missy, too. It was really funny to see you in your little uniform and one of those frilly rubber aprons changing her and stuff. You were better at it than I ever could be!"

"I like Missy, Cindy you have a beautiful baby," I said seriously.

"Thank you, Cissie," she said, showing her rare shy side. She started laughing and said, "I hope sleeping in those rubber sheets wasn't too uncomfortable. They were Debbie's idea, actually. She said you'd probably have to... well, you know ... well... play with yourself in bed, you know? Anyway I thought it was a little much, but she just insisted it would be a nice touch. The funniest thing is she ended up being right. They really did save some laundry work for you, didn't they?"

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I just blushed and shook my head "No." It wasn't that she wasn't right about the sheets it was just that I still couldn't bare to talk about such things with her.

Cindy discreetly put one of her hands in her lap, briefly stroking herself. She was so elegant nobody would suspect such a thing from her, so she could get away with it.

As she did it she looked in my eyes and said, "you were good with this, too," as she brought her hand out of her lap and touched my lips.

I started to blush and smile and she suddenly saw I wasn't really that mad at her.