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I began to start thinking of ways that I would be able to find out everything that I wanted to know as I knew I couldn't just ask outright.A few weeks later I got my first chance to find out as Carol had gone out for the day and Roger was home doing some work in the garage. I went down to talk to him as well as give him some assistance with his work. After about 30 minutes of helping him with his work I said that I needed to use their toilet, Roger said that the door was unlocked and so to just go straight in. I went into the house and down the hall towards the toilet but instead of going in I carried on to the Master Bedroom at the end of the hallway. Trying to be quiet, I quickly searched through the various drawers hoping to find where Carol kept her nylons and also what types she had. I found one drawer which had a pair of black knee-highs in it but I was sure there would be more, so that I didn't arouse any suspicion though I stopped my search and went to the toilet before going. There were no: windows, TV, pictures, flowers, or anything else to cheer up a recovering patient.There was a camera mounted on the ceiling aimed down at me.I was SO strapped to the bed, it was ridiculous. I could barely wiggle a finger. This much strapping wasn't to stop a patient falling off the bed during his sleep, but to stop me attacking anyone with anything more than a viciously wiggled finger.It was not a pleasant first impression.#3: #1: #7: #6:
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She dissolved into a fit of uncontrollable giggles that tipped her of my lap onto the floor in a tangled mass of clothing, and she lay on the floor, laughing, hiccoughing and rolling around. A minute or two passed before she caught enough of her breath to speak. ‘Oh Arthur, you are so funny. Calling me Miss Mabel, when you have seen and touched more of me that even my mother, since I learned to bathe myself.’ ‘Let’s be on the safe side, my darling. I’ll remain Mr Cowell, you’ll stay Miss Mabel, even when we are private. We cannot afford a mistake that will make people curious about us. And by the bye, I wanted to tell you that your mother will be back from Church in a few minutes.’ She picked herself up in a flurry of bare thighs and grey stockings and brushed down her dress. ‘Very well, Mr Cowell. I shall return to my room.’ This time she kissed me, not on the cheek, but firmly on the lips. I later learned that when her mother and sister returned, Miss Mabel was lying face down.

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