To her relief, the downstairs, including the master bedroom, hardly needed cleaning. Even the bed was made. A little dusting, a little vacuuming, a little polishing each day and she'd be done with the downstairs, earning a very generous salary for only minimal work. She'd have to do laundry a few days each week, but she could handle that.

The upstairs included a game room, a library, the upstairs bathroom, two guest bedrooms, and Randy's bedroom. All the rooms except the bathroom and Randy's bedroom were clean. The bathroom and Randy's bedroom were pig pens, literally pig sties. Kathy couldn't believe these two rooms exited in a house so otherwise perfect. They looked like battlegrounds, and they smelled of unwashed teenage male. Lois Chapman's wasn't lying when she said that her career was everything to her. It was apparent that she'd neglected totally the discipline of her only son. She wondered whether Lois Chapman had peeked into Randy's room anytime recent, like within the last five years.

Kathy tiptoed into the boy's bedroom carefully, not knowing what she might step on or trip over among the clutter. She was tempted to hold her nose at first, but in seconds she was used to the sweaty male scent, which reminded her of some of the boys who'd fucked her in high school. Her heart thumped, each pulsation sending tingles through her cunt. She was turned on by being in the boy's bedroom, and she found herself being turned on more and more by the teen.

Randy was a handsome boy, Kathy had to admit. She'd first noticed him years ago as he'd skate boarded past her house in nothing by a pair of scanty cutoffs and his head of blond hair bouncing and waving in the breeze. Even as a young boy he'd had a kind of animal sensuality that had turned Kathy on despite her self. As she'd watched Randy Chapman grow up, as she'd watched his muscles grow and his height increase, she'd found herself wanting to see him naked. At times she'd had sexual daydreams about him, daydreams she'd forced out of her mind. He was, after all, a teenage boy, and she was, after all, a married woman.