Johnstown Castle - part 9

...I am well aware of what is happening, am I not…

“May I come in, sir, to bring your laundry?”
“Certainly,” I replied.
I opened the door and there she was again – Loretta. I let my eyes slide across her quickly so as to avoid staring and backed away from the door. Her dress was not as short as always, yet that time with a turtleneck which made her very good-looking. How that little neck of hers could support a head would remain a mystery to me forever and the dress made her even slimmer with its fine grey vertical stripes on black… was it cashmere?
“Oh my, you don’t look at all well, Sir! Are you feeling alright?”
“What?”
I was confused for at that point I hadn’t even noticed how fatigue-slaughtered of an appearance I really had and I looked into the mirror once again to find reason behind her words. I was pale and sleep deprived but not as ill-looking as she had suggested with her attitude.
“It’s alright, don’t worry, Miss Loretta.”
She was obviously still taken by dismay but she nevertheless carried on with her duty and didn’t seem too concerned. During the time that she was working I engaged, like the last time, in needless activities just to keep myself occupied. However, that time I did it differently. That time I didn’t even try to force my thoughts away from Loretta and although I was still looking through some of my latest latters I did it carelessly and instead focused on my situation and that dream. Why such a dream... and that stranger?

Darling,

Will you not come back already? What is taking so long?
Burning the midnight oil even on a visit, doused in paperwork?
Send word please, I miss you.

Love,

B.

I had often had dreams about the future and of my options when I was younger, yet never had I thought I would end up on a job like this and engaged at such a young age. It was for the old people, I used to think and one day I was just blatantly proven wrong.
Loretta came closer to me suddenly, with her head down as always and turned to face the bed and bowed down. I admit that at the sight of her rather feline qualities I could feel a raging lust arise in me suddenly, and that again I could relate to my dream of her. Loretta was going to take my bedding to the wash kitchen and therein lied the problem I had to face.
“Mister, I hope Regina did prepare your bedding last night.”
“She did,” I replied immediately, for I knew she was about to ask it. Even so I had not prepared an answer and I was due to regret it.
“Did she bring you no bed sheet?”
I couldn’t tell her I had thrown it into the fire, what good would that have done? But what else was I to say? I stood silent for over a minute.
“Sir?” Loretta gave me a confused look.
Suddenly my heart began beating so hard that I could hear it. I seemed to be like a completely different man from when I had first arrived. How could I do such a thing I thought to myself.
“Loretta.”
“Yes, mister?”
“I put the sheet under the bed.”
I could have only imagined how unreasonable that probably sounded, yet I said it. My heart started beating even faster then. Loretta was, without a doubt, very surprised upon hearing me say that and she didn’t say a word. Even so, being too naive, she took a step back towards me, went on her hands and knees and stuck her head under the bed thus effectively exposing her young body for my desire to abuse.

To be continued…