The Housekeeper
By Karen Singer
Chapter 41 Part 2 of 3
The painting job that Roger had
contracted for was a bit bigger than he first thought. But that wasn’t any kind of a problem. He spent almost an hour Saturday morning with
Rebecca Adkin’s daughter going over everything she wanted him to do, as well as
studying all the paint swatches she had.
If it wasn’t for Janice’s requirements to go to church on Sunday and the
fact that she didn’t like him working on Sunday afternoons, he figured that he
could possibly knock out the whole job in those two days. But Janice’s restrictions made things much
more difficult. Especially since he
needed to be home in plenty of time for dinner!
Instead of tackling the whole job
at one time, he was going to have to break it up into small segments… one or
possibly two rooms at a time – at the most.
It was going to take a little longer, possibly several weeks since he
still had to teach school and wouldn’t be able to work on it during the
week. But overall, he still had high
hopes that the job would go quickly.
With the first initial check
already in his wallet, Roger headed off to buy painting supplies before going
back to start actually doing some painting – right after he moved all the heavy
furniture in the first room out of the way.
It was a good thing he was now very used to the heels on his boots,
otherwise he figured he would have a lot more difficulty with that little
task. And Janice had told him to buy
some new boots with higher heels? He
wasn’t looking forward to that! It would
make everything even more difficult.
The paint store was in some ways
like the building supply store that Roger usually used, only much, much
smaller. And he was somewhat known there
as well. He wasn’t too worried about
someone noticing that he was wearing women’s jeans, and the jacket he was
wearing hid “most” of his tiny breasts, but his boots were still a dead
giveaway. And the looks and raised
eyebrows that he got in the store over them were more than a bit embarrassing.
He had to wait while other
contractors were being helped first. He
was very aware of many of them turning their heads to look at him… and his
boots. Each time he caught the eye of
someone, he just nodded and then looked away.
How bad would things be when he had new boots with an even higher
heel? Would people look at him even more
strangely?
When it was his turn to be helped,
he couldn’t miss the raised eyebrows and different looks he was getting from
the man who was helping him. He
considered himself very fortunate that neither the salesman or anyone else in
the store said anything to him about the way he was dressed.
While his paint colors were being
mixed, he took the opportunity to stroll casually around the store for a few
minutes to look at some of the things they had on display. And on one counter against the far wall, he
found a selection of cheap white coveralls.
Painters wore them frequently when they worked. He realized immediately that the baggy
garments would help to hide his little breasts when he was working, and since
they had to be worn over top of everything else he had on, they would help to
cover most of his boots as well. Not to
mention their main purpose which was to protect his other clothing and keep the
paint off of that as well. He quickly
picked up three of the coveralls. Now,
was there any way he could hide the rest of his boots that would still be
showing as well?
With that thought still on his
mind, he paid for everything he purchased and carried several bags of painting
supplies as well as gallon after gallon of paint out to his truck before
heading back to the job site. He had
high hopes of finishing at least one room today... maybe even two.
Janice half expected Halifax to
already be at the cabin before she got there, so she was fairly pleased to not
see his car when she pulled up. Of
course, it was still half an hour earlier than the rental contract said that
anyone was supposed to be there, but she figured that there was a good chance
that the place had already been cleaned and she would have no problem getting
in. A few minutes later, she had the key
from the lockbox and opened the door to yet another rental cabin up in the
mountains. Again, it was very nice, but
she didn’t consider this place as nice as some of the others. Still, it was more than adequate.
Carrying her stun gun in her hand
in case she needed it, she did a very fast inspection of most of the
house. She didn’t look into too much
because she was more concerned with meeting Halifax the moment he arrived. Eventually she chose a chair where she could
easily watch for his arrival. Once she
had him taken care of, she could take all the time she wanted to do whatever
she liked, but until then, she had to watch for his arrival.
She had told him to get there as
close to the cabin’s check-in time as possible, still, he was nearly fifteen
minutes late. Janice considered that
fairly good considering the distance he had to drive. She was on her feet and facing the door, her
stun gun again behind her back, when he opened the door. Before saying a word, she took a moment to
study his face. He said nothing as he
stood there in the doorway looking back at her.
Janice noticed that his face looked dull… and resigned. She took careful note of that before she
said, “Sleep and obey, Mr. Halifax.
Sleep and obey.”
His reaction was almost
instantaneous, but she took her time and carefully took him down into a deep
trance, then she had him get fully undressed before putting the dog collar back
on him and putting him soundly to sleep in the middle of the living room floor. She hadn’t bothered to move the furniture
this time, just as she didn’t bother to chain him… yet. She knew he would sleep now until she decided
it was time to wake him again.
Only then did she take the time to
do a more thorough inspection of the cabin and bring her things in from her
car. Before doing anything with Halifax,
she took the time to make herself a fresh pitcher of iced tea. She figured she was going to need it this weekend. Perhaps not as bad as previous times, but
with the weather gradually turning warmer, the tea would be a welcome treat
while she was there. She had a list of
things to cover with Halifax this week, but she wasn’t ready to deal with any
of it quite yet.
With his naked body occupying a
space in the middle of the living room floor, she pushed the coffee table out
of the way and moved one chair and the end table next to it a little further
back. Then she spread out part of her
plastic tarp, folding it just behind Halifax’s body so that she could spread it
out more after she woke him up. She
placed one of the kitchen chairs in place on top of the plastic sheet and the
bucket next to it. The chain she again
attached to the stairway post, but she didn’t bother to attach the cuff to him
yet. She just wanted it to be ready.
She got her notebook out where it
would be handy. She got her laptop out
and connected it to the rental house’s internet system. She found the remote control for the dog
collar and put that where she could grab it easily. And she took the time to pour herself a large
glass of iced-tea with plenty of ice.
She downed half the glass before she figured she was ready to deal with
him.
“Wake up, Mr. Halifax,” she said as
she grabbed the remote control. “Wake up
fully.”
Halifax opened his eyes, and
immediately saw the dreaded woman. His
eyes also noted the remote control in her hand.
It wasn’t because he was naked that the shiver ran through his
body. It was from fear.
“Have a seat,” Janice said to him,
as she stood back and watched him closely.
Halifax moved quickly to the chair
before looking warily back up at her. He
knew what was coming now – torture! And
even though he hated it, he also knew he had no way to fight against any of
it. He would do absolutely anything she
told him to do – even now, before she began ripping his mind apart again. He swallowed nervously.
Janice studied his face… and the
fear that she saw. She smiled at
him. “Do you need to relieve yourself?”
she asked. “I know you had a long trip.”
Halifax searched the feelings in
his body. Yeah, he did need to pee. “May I?” he asked.
“Go right ahead,” Janice said
somewhat kindly.
He got up and relieved his full
bladder into the bucket. Then he sat
down and stared up at her again… waiting for that first command to stand up –
that would signal the beginning of the torture all over again. He was somewhat surprised when she started
talking to him instead… asking him questions.
“How was your week?” Janice asked.
He tried to formulate an
answer. “Not one of my best,” he told
her.
“Why was that?” she asked.
Again, it was a few moments before
he could answer. “I… made mistakes,” he
said. “Dumb mistakes. Things I’ve never done before.” Then his voice blurted out stronger. “I can’t think! Whatever you’ve done to my mind… I can’t
think straight! Everything is all… dull
and… I just can’t think straight!” he echoed again.
Janice nodded. As smart as she was sure he was, his brain
wasn’t holding up under the onslaught of her brainwashing methods as well as
some others had. She would have to be
careful with him. But, she was also
almost done with him, so she didn’t have to worry… overly much. She smiled at him. “You’ll have a better week next week,” she
told him.
Halifax wasn’t too sure about that
at all. Since she had kidnapped him, his
life had been nothing but miserable! He
wasn’t even interested in seeing any of the women he used to visit with – every
night! He wasn’t interested in anything
lately… except dogs now. It seemed like
he had spent and eternity this past week studying videos of dogs.
“Did you bring me the money I asked
for?”
Halifax nodded. “Yes, it’s in my jacket pocket.”
Janice found his clothes and
searched his jacket. She found a bank
envelope in the inside pocket and pulled it out. A pile of hundred dollar bills greeted
her. She took the envelope and laid it
on the kitchen table. She was careful to
watch Halifax the whole time she was doing it, but he never moved from the
chair he was sitting in. He only
followed her closely with his eyes.
Still carrying the remote control
in her hand, she walked back to stand in front of him again. “Last week, Mr. Halifax, I asked you to start
researching dogs. Did you do that?”
“Yes,” he replied and Janice noted
a slight roll of his eyes.
“And what do you think,” she asked,
“do you think you’d like to own a dog?”
He looked at her. “Truthfully?” he chanced asking.
“Of course!”
“Not really,” he told her.
Janice nodded. “So you still dislike dogs.”
“Somewhat,” he replied. “I never really liked them to begin
with. They’re dumb animals that have to
be cared for and they don’t return any real monetary value at all… unless
you’re making money breeding them or something.
Then they have value, but from what I see, not all that much.”
Janice smiled. “Spoken like a banker, Mr. Halifax. So the bottom line is that they don’t bring
in any money… in most cases?”
He nodded. “Pretty much.”
“And are you still afraid of
them? Last week you said you didn’t like
them because they bite.”
He nodded. “Somewhat.”
She nodded. “So as far as you’re concerned, dogs are
pretty much useless.”
He nodded. “Yes,” he replied uncertainly. Why was she just talking with him… somewhat
nicely? Why wasn’t she torturing him
again? And why was she so interested in
dogs?
“How about as a loving companion
for someone?” she asked. “Doesn’t that
have any value?”
He shrugged. “I’m sure it does to most people, but you
asked for my opinion, and I’m not interested.”
“So I did, Mr. Halifax. And you’ve answered my questions honestly.”
“Why the interest in dogs?” he chanced
asking. “What’s the point?”
She smiled. “We’ll get to that later.”
“You want me to invest in some… or
bet on the dog track races?”
“No, Mr. Halifax. Nothing like that at all. As I said, we’ll return to that subject
later. Right now, I’d like to know if
you’ve ever been on a cruise ship.”
Halifax was a bit stunned by the
big change in direction. “Yeah,” he
replied. “A few times.”
“And did you enjoy the trips?”
“A lot! Loved them!” he replied.
“Good,” Janice purred. “I know your poor tortured brain has been
somewhat confused lately,” she told him.
“So I know you’ll look forward to a nice relaxing cruise for a while
instead. Tell me, Mr. Halifax, can you
get off of work for a nice vacation for a few weeks? I’m sure you need it.”
He shrugged. “I own the company. I can go whenever I like.”
“Good, Mr. Halifax. That’s pretty much what I expected. We’ll talk more about that later,” she said,
“but I want you to start looking forward to a nice relaxing vacation somewhere…
perhaps with some pretty woman to keep you company. Wouldn’t you like that?”
He nodded. “Very much!”
“Good, Mr. Halifax, very good. And in the meantime, I want you to stand up.”
The command came so off-handedly
that he missed it completely. He didn’t
miss the quick and painful jolt of electricity delivered through the dog collar
though. Through the pain, he managed to
stand up… only to be told to sit down again… which he tried to do as fast as he
could. The torture had begun once again.
With the white coveralls covering almost
everything he was wearing, Roger spread the white paint across more and more of
the ceiling. His footing was a bit
precarious, not because of his boots, but because of the slippery plastic bags
he had taped over top of them… before putting his coveralls on. With one of his battered work baseball caps
on his head, the only thing he would have to worry about cleaning up now when
he was finished, was his face and his hands.
He was rather proud of himself for this little solution – that hid most
of what he was wearing.
Painting didn’t take a lot of
mental effort, so as he worked, his mind seemed to go from one thing to the
next. For a while, he thought about all
the voice training he had been working on.
He knew he was bad at it, and overall he still didn’t want to do it, but
it was something long term that he could work on that he figured would keep
Janice happy… and consequently off of his back.
Of course, there was the fact that someday, he didn’t know how soon, he
knew without a doubt that he would need everything he was working on – if he
didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb and be recognized as a man every
time he opened his mouth.
From his voice lessons, his mind
wandered on toward church tomorrow.
Janice wouldn’t be there, but Carol would. Carol was spending the day today with her
friends. He had no idea when she would
be home, but he still dared not be late for his six o’clock dinner deadline. He had a feeling that Burger King was going
to be on the dinner menu for tonight.
Actually, he didn’t mind that at all.
He was going to have to take Carol to church with him tomorrow. Well, that shouldn’t be a problem. Which dress should he wear tomorrow? If he was going to be going to church every
week and wearing dresses there every week, then he figured he was probably
going to have to get another one… or two.
But those thoughts reminded him
that Janice had told him to buy some new boots – with a slightly higher
heel. And he knew that he had put that
little shopping trip off for about as long as he dared. He would have to do that soon. Maybe even tonight. Would he have to take Carol with him when he
went shopping? He already wasn’t looking
forward to the embarrassment of that little trip – with or without Carol.
Thoughts of church soon led to
thoughts about after church. Janice had
said she would be home early – possibly before lunch. He had hoped to go fishing with Stan again
tomorrow afternoon, but Janice had killed that idea quickly. “Maybe next week,” she had told him. So now he was planning on spending tomorrow
afternoon working on his new deck out back.
Well, that was another project that needed doing anyway.
So where was Janice going every
week now?
