For just then, my alarm goes off. It's 4:30am, and time to start my next day.
As I'm waking up, I am thinking to myself, was that all a dream or did what happened to me yesterday really happen? For it all seems so real and vivid in my mind. Usually when it's a dream, you can't remember everything of the dream. But I remember all of it.
I get dressed and go downstairs to get my glass of orange juice, before going for my walk. There stands my wife with a twinkle in her eye. She says, "good morning dear. Did you sleep good last night?"
Not knowing if yesterday was a dream or not, I paused for a moment to answer her. Then I thought, if I say anything about my dream and it was just a dream. Then I could make matters worse. So, I respond with just a, yes, I slept good. She responds, "good!" She says, "You know the Simons over on Main Street?" I pause and think a little, for there are a couple of people we know in the neighborhood. She notices that I may not be knowing whom she is talking about and says, "Joe and Rose Simons. You know, the couple that always says, hi to you when you are out working in our yard."
I say, oh, ok! The tall, slim build dark haired guy and the rather short, slightly heavy, but very attractive smile, red hair and green eyes woman.
She says, "Yes! That is the couple."
I say, yes, what about them?
My wife responds, "well, they are looking for someone to stop over during the day to clean for them. I told them you would be more than happy to come over and clean for them."
All of a sudden my mind goes into a state of worry. Immediately I think to myself, yesterday wasn't a dream. This must all be true and happening to me. I say, but what if I don't want to go over to clean for them? My wife laughs and then says, "Sorry, but you don't have a choice. I already told them you will stop over to day and clean for them." Looking down at her watch. She says, "They will be expecting you in an hour. Better eat your breakfast and get right over there."
Again I say, so what. If I don't show, then they will just know I am not coming over to clean for them. You can call them and let them know I can't do it.
Again, my wife laughs and says with a more stern voice this time. "Apparently you didn't hear me correctly. You have NO choice! You WILL go over there and clean for them. No is not an answer. You will do this and when I get home from work tonight you will be punished for talking back to me like this. Do you understand!"
Realizing I am defeated again and will be in more trouble if I don't. I say, yes dear. I will go over there right after I am done eating and clean for them.
My wife says, "Good! Have a fun day today dear. I'll see you after work this evening. Oh, and be sure to clean for them right. The way they ask you to clean it! I don't want to have a disappointed neighbor again, like Crystal was yesterday."
I bow my head and realize this is not a dream, and I am going to have to continue doing what she asks of me. At least until I can find a way out of this mess I am in.
So, I go over to the Simons home and ring their doorbell. A woman answers the door, but it's not Rose. This is a woman similar to Rose's body size, but strawberry blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes and is wearing a very tight red skirt with a button down white blouse. So shear looking that you can almost see her radiant nipples protruding through the blouse. I say, hello. I am Clay, my wife sent me over here. Is Rose or Joe here? She says, "oh, hello. Please excuse me for not introducing myself. I am Tiger Lilly, Rose's sister." She gives a smile and says "Rose and Joe are still in bed. Won't you please come in."
I respond with, I'm sorry. I am here to clean. I could come back later after they wake up. Tiger Lilly laughs and says, "oh no silly, they aren't sleeping yet. They are just still in bed." Then gives me a wink and says, "please do come in. It's fine. I can get you started on the cleaning. They told me you would be coming over." I say, oh, ok. Nice meeting you.
After getting inside the door. I hear this moaning sound coming from upstairs. As I look up the stairway towards where the sound is coming from. Tiger Lilly closes the door behind me and catches me off guard putting me in a headlock. I say, Hey! What are you doing? She then says to me, "You're here to clean, right? Well, let's get started on the cleaning."
She pulls the hanging rope down from above the door and ties my wrists together. "There." she says, "That will hold you until I finish getting you prepared for cleaning." I say, prepare me for cleaning?
She laughs and says, "yes, didn't your wife tell you what cleaning you were going to be doing over here for the Simons and me?" I said, yes, I thought cleaning the house. She lets out a loud laugh and says, "Cleaning the house? This house doesn't look dirty to you, does it?" I look around and think to myself, no, it is rather spotless. Tiger Lilly laughs again and says, "the Simons and my mind are dirtier than this house is." and again lets out a huge laugh.
All the while she is talking to me, she is taking off my clothes piece by piece. She slides off my shoes, then pulls off my socks and begins pulling down my pants. I say, wait! What are you doing? She says, "I am preparing you for cleaning. You don't want to get your clothes messy cleaning. Do you?" I say, no, but do you have to take off my clothes? She gives a smile and says, "would you take them off yourself for me? I say, no! She then replies, "yep! I guess I have to take your clothes off for you then." Then grabs my boxers and yanks them right down around my ankles.
Since my hands are tied above my head and my boxers are now down around my ankles, there isn't much I can do to move. She then pulls out a pair of shackles attached to a chain and snaps the shackles onto each of my ankles. After having them securely locked in place. She says, "there, this should keep you from trying to run back out that door. Ankles shackled together and hands tied together, oh and nude.I don't think you will be going anywhere until you are finished cleaning." Again, she winks and lets out a laugh.
