Katie straightened her clothes, brushed her long golden hair, and went downstairs to make dinner for the Lane family. As she passed the master bedroom, the door was open as usual, and there was Alice, stretched out on the king-size bed like a beached whale.

Katie wrinkled her face in disgust. There was just no excuse for a woman being that fat. Alice had deliberately eaten her way into invalidism. Right now she was munching chocolates as she watched TV. That was her whole life, watching the tube and stuffing her face.

Katie thought of telling her that she'd spoil her appetite for dinner if she ate those chocolates. But it wasn't true. Nothing spoiled Alice's appetite. Katie just felt sorry for Gene. It couldn't be very pleasant sharing a bed with a wife like that.

Alice caught sight of her and snapped, "Aren't you staffing dinner a little late, Katie?"

Katie choked back a wild impulse to say that she'd been busy masturbating.

"No, ma'am," she replied. "This dinner doesn't take long."

"Well, just make sure it's served on time," Alice said. "I'm starving."

Katie couldn't believe her ears. She went on down to the kitchen and put together a dinner of hamburgers and fries and salad, one of the family's favorites. While she was cooking, Gene got home from work. He walked into the kitchen and smiled at the pretty young housekeeper.

"Hi, Katie," he said. "How's it going?"