Sorry USAF Vet, I come of the line of Shakespeare, Dickens, D H Lawrence, Adrian Mole, Mills and Boon...
Err...
Thanks for the compliment, I'll get their one day honest.
Aaaaanyway...
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"What's inappropriate about it?" she said, thinking of the last lovemaking session she'd had with Rob just two nights ago.
"Well if you can't see it Miss Williams, it's a good job we're having this chat with you."
"I'm sorry but both Rob and I are over eighteen, and we take great care not to even let the children know we are having a relationship."
"So you are having a sexual relationship with Mr Stanley?" The woman sounded shocked but the tiniest bit triumphant.
"Yes."
"Since when?"
"What difference does it make, we're adults. Is it against the law all of a sudden?"
"Please answer the question Miss Williams," said the woman with a sigh.
Naomi was a little surprised at this line of questioning. So far she hadn't actually been told what she was supposed to have done, and the large woman across from her didn't sound quite right. Almost like she was trying but just a bit too hard.
Her interrogator didn't look much like a social worker, not like the dozens that had come to the special school she worked in previously. They were general smiley, happy people that struggled to be hard on anyone and all wore jeans, floral print dresses, or long tops over leggings. This one was very large, her pudgy face almost resting its double chin on her bosom that appeared to stretch out from her shoulders at 20 degrees, and the large red and white printed dress hung from it straight down over her stomach and hips in a straight line downwards. There was no wedding ring on her pudgy hands and she could see that she bit her nails to the quick. Walking in she had noticed that the tall woman wore flat beige shoes that were to tight, so much so the plasters on her heels from previous blisters were evident.
The man whispered something into his colleague's ear and she did not like what he had said, and let him know. She snapped her head back to Naomi.
"Answer the question Miss Williams!" said the woman again now with a tone, the man looked askance at his colleague.
"Why?" said Naomi, "We are consenting adults in the privacy of a locked room an entire floor away from the next nearest human being."
The social worker pursed her lips in real annoyance, and she thought for a moment,
"Well that's where our stories differ Miss Williams," said the woman shuffling white sheets of foolscap paper and looking rather smug, "we have it on authority that you regularly allow Mr Stanley's children to come into your bedroom and you allow them to sleep in your room with you."
"What?" said Naomi in disbelief, "of course they come into my room, we live in the same house for heaven's sake."
"A grown and, by your own admission, a promiscuous woman and you let impressionable young children, some with disabilities come into your bedroom, to sleep in the same bed that you share with your landlord? That hardly sounds like the kind of thing a normal Nanny would do does it?" Naomi was about to remonstrate with 'promiscuous' but stopped when she heard the second description.
"Nanny?" said Naomi, "Who told you I was a nanny?" Her brain began to calculate.
The social worker stopped herself for a moment,
"Errr... nanny... maid... lodger... whatever," the woman recovered as quickly as she could, "Miss Williams the truth is you have made some very unwise choices about your behaviour since you moved in with the Stanley family." She withdrew a notebook, "you stripped down to your panties in the bathroom while with your lover and his nephew looked on - that doesn't sound much like day to day living to me."
"What?" she felt temporarily flustered, "Mattie had fallen and I got wet lifting him out of the bath, anyway I wasn't sleeping with Rob then." She looked down and realised that she had folded her arms defensively. Her chubby tormentor saw and carried on her attack.
"So you admit you were half naked in a bathroom with your 'lover'," she made the word sound filthy and Naomi winced, "and a sensitive young boy with Autism..."
"Matt doesn't have autism, he has cerebral palsy," said Naomi recovering some ground, "just where are you getting this shi..."
"And that makes such difference does it? Autism, cerebral palsy, bubonic plague?" The lady social worker's voice dripped with disbelief and disappointed derision, way too much Naomi thought, "You still stripped half naked in a bathroom with Mr Stanley and one of his two disabled sons. Next you have a rather inappropriate dress no better than lingerie made up by one of his adopted daughters; were you naked in front of her as well?"
Naomi thought about what answer she should give, the social worker interpreted the delay to her own ends. "And NEXT you're naked with Elizabeth and the black adopted one..." even Naomi could see tell the pause was calculated, "Coral?"
"Carla," snapped Naomi, "And yes I was, in the local leisure centre swimming pool changing rooms," she paused, "don't tell me, do I have to answer for the four other naked women and their children in the room as well?"
"Don't get fucking flippant with me Miss Williams," snarled the social worker.
Her male colleague was starting to go extremely red and was back whispering in his colleague's ear again.
"Yes it is Raymond," she growled at him, "if you don't have the stones to carry out this kind of investigation then go back to your old people for Christ's sake."
He whispered something else behind his hand, and she turned and did the same, both of them obviously cross with their colleague. He stood; Naomi stood too and looked at the woman.
"If Raymond goes, I go," she said, "something stinks in this so-called investigation and if he doesn't like it neither do I."
The woman stood, rolled her top lip in anger and started to press buttons on the recording machine snatching both of the CD's. Raymond left the room and Naomi felt vulnerable.
"I'll think you'll find one of those is mine," said Naomi holding out a slightly shaky hand. She didn't know either way but thought she'd try and gave it 100% confident, 'hand it over'.
