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need a dress for tonight," Mrs. Cliffe says.
    "Ma'am?" I ask. A dress? What do I need a dress for?
    "We'll be taking you to dinner," she says.
    I start to sit up but she holds me in place. My head is by her pussy and the smell of her is intoxicating. The first stirrings of fresh desire clamp between my legs. I run my tongue around my mouth tasting her juices.
    She pushes on me gently and I rise to stand next to the bed. She stands beside me, takes my hand, then leads me into her closet. She sorts through various dresses before selecting a long black evening gown. She holds it up to me eying me critically before nodding.
    "This will do nicely," she says. "Shoes."
    She walks to the other side of the closet and begins sorting through her dozens of shoes until she finds a pair that goes with the dress.
    "Ma'am, I can't wear your clothes..."
    One sharp glance and I stop.
    "You will do what you're told," she says one eyebrow arched.
    I nod and look down. Of course I will.
    "Very good," she says and smiles.
    My heart swells with pride at having made her happy.
    "You will be ready at eight tonight."
    "What about Thomas?" I ask and she smiles again.
    "I will make arrangements for him," she assures me.
    She purses her lips and stares. My nipples harden and I grow wet under her gaze.
    "You don't have to do this. It's not required of you. You understand?"
    I look up at her and meet her gaze. She's so passionate and demanding. Is this what I want? Is going to Brown University worth this? Then I think about returning to England. I think about not being around her and Mr. Cliffe every day. As I think of leaving them, of not seeing them every day, a black hole opens up below me. I can't imagine not getting to be with them. I love this family. They've brought me into their home and into their hearts. My home is here with them as much as it ever was in London. Brown or no Brown.
    "Yes Ma'am," I say making my decision.
    Her smile tells me I made the right one.

Chapter eleven
    Mrs. Cliffe
    I make all the arrangements for dinner. Daniel will meet us at the restaurant. Amelie works around the house but it's obvious she's just keeping herself busy. When she thinks I'm not looking she steals glances at me and I do the same. The day passes slowly.
    "Amelie," I call out to her. "The driver is here, are you ready?"
    She walks out of her bedroom wearing the dress and heels I selected for her. She has her long red hair falling in long curls down her back and framing her angelic face. The dress is low cut accenting her full breasts and ample cleavage. It's slit on the side so that hints of her tight thighs show as she walks. The heels give her the perfect sway. She's done her makeup to perfection, accenting what's naturally there with a very light, perfect touch.
    I lick my lips at the sight of her and smile. She lights up.
    "You look stunning," I say softly.
    "Thank you Ma'am," she says blushing soft pink.
    "I can't wait for Daniel to see you," I say.
    She looks away, concerned.
    "Will he be, is he ..."
    "Don't worry dear," I say leading her to the car.
    The drive is short. The maître d' leads us to our table where Daniel waits for us and his breath catches when he looks at Amelie. He rises from the table and pulls two chairs out, one to each side of him. He places Amelie in his former chair so she's between the two of us. Having settled her, he helps me with my chair then takes his own seat.
    "You look beautiful," Daniel says his eyes moving back and forth between us.
    "Thank you," Amelie says.
    I love the way she blushes.
    "Though I think there’s something missing," Daniel says leaning back. He eyes her up and down as her eyes widen and she looks lost.
    "Oh, I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" she asks.
    "This," he says pulling out a rectangular box with a silver bow on it. "This is missing."
    He smiles as he pushes the box towards her. I watch her reaction, the confusion, surprise, and the joy that blooms in her eyes. She takes the box and slides