The Gemini
Keywords: The, Gemini,
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She is such a sweetheart. In fact, she might be more than that. Let's find out. I'll just rest my hand on her arm, like I'm using her for balance, then I'll swing my legs up and over ever-so-slowly and scrape the stockings together just a little bit, the way that drives all the boys wild. Now I'll just scrape her arm really gently with my fingernails as I remove my hand.
"Thank you." She said.
"You're welcome." I said, trying to gather myself.
"Lisa." Christa said, "This is Stacy Johnson, our new housekeeper."
Apparently Stacy's last name was Johnson, my wife's maiden name.
"I can't believe you have a housekeeper!" she said in disbelief. "I'm going to have to talk to Roger about this. I could use the help with the kids."
After gathering herself, she continued.
"It's nice to meet you Stacy. Welcome to the neighborhood."
"Thank you ma'am." I said, unable to meet her gaze. The erection pushed even harder against my body.
"This is Mrs. Campbell from next door." Christa explained.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Campbell. Will that be all for now Mrs. Miller?" I asked.
"Yes Stacy. Thank you. You can return to the chores."
I quickly grabbed the tray and darted back inside, peeking a glance as I closed the door but didn't see anything in her demeanor to indicate that she had recognized me. My breathing started to slow as I put the tray away and began to clean up the kitchen. I nibbled some tuna fish before returning to the vacuuming, never before so happy to do the menial chore. Within minutes though I had finished up and was looking for something to do when Terry and Christa came in the house.
"We're going to run out for a while, please clean up outside and continue with chores."
They were heading for the garage when I heard the door open.
"Can we take the Porsche?" Terry asked.
"Absolutely." She said, grabbing the keys from the hook.
"Goodbye Stacy. We'll be back in a few hours." They headed out, Terry with his arm around my wife's waist.
"In my car no less!" I stepped outside, no longer conscious of being so public. I apparently had passed the Lisa test so Roger, who wasn't particularly quick at noticing things, wouldn't recognize me as I stepped onto the patio and gathered up the dishes and glasses taking them back inside to the kitchen. I loaded the dishwasher and returned to doing chores for several uneventful hours when the phone rang. Caller ID indicated that it was Christa's cell phone. Remembering to play the part I answered accordingly.
"Miller residence." I announced into the handset.
"Hello Stacy." She said, impressed I answered that way I had. I could hear my car racing in the background, gears shifting. Obviously Terry was behind the wheel. "I just wanted to let you know we will be back around three and I need you to run to the store and pick up a few things for dinner. Go ahead and take Mr. Miller's car. I left a list and some money in your wallet. When you get home make the Florida chicken and have it ready for 6 p.m. Bye!"
"But . . . ."
It was no use; the phone line went dead. I redialed the number but got the message that cell phone was unavailable. She had switched if off.
"I walked to Stacy's room and opened my purse. Sure enough there was a sheet of paper and a hundred dollars. I looked up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I wasn't entirely sure that I still looked convincing. It was the middle of the afternoon and the stores couldn't be that crowded. I didn't know if I could do this but I had all but volunteered to do it without condition. I could pull this off. In quick and back out again. A few items and through the self-serve check out. I wouldn't have to really interact with anyone. Just ignore the door greeter and take a cart. Load it up and back out to the car. No way I could change back, go to the store and get made up again in time.
I was stuck.
There was one thing I couldn't do and that was going to the store in the maid's outfit I was wearing. She wanted me to go to the store but didn't say how I had to be dressed. Slipping out of the uniform and into a skirt and my own blouse I looked in the mirror again and played with my hair a bit. I slipped on my sunglasses but found that I appeared more feminine if people could see my eyes and makeup. I wouldn't be able to look around to see if anyone was staring but I didn't plan on staying long enough to cause a scene. A final, deep breath and I slung the purse over my shoulder.
I could do this.
I had driven in heels before so it wasn't a problem as I swung the Cavalier into the lot and parked in what appeared to be a sea of automobiles. People were all over the place but I determined that in a store like this, there was never a lull in foot traffic. Finally resolved that there was no time like the present and that the sooner I went in the sooner I would be out again. I climbed out of my Chevy on unsteady legs. A half dozen people, including a teenager gathering carts, seemed to surround me as I readied myself. I was halfway down the aisle trying to stare straight ahead or pretending to fumble for something in my purse to avoid having to look at anyone I passed. Unfortunately, that particular strategy only works for a minute or two in a bind and even then it shouldn't be tried in a parking lot or behind the wheel of a car.
I avoided any collisions and waited for a clearing in traffic before stepping towards the entrance and what seemed to be a long line of people streaming out. I weaved through the crowd trying to avoid eye contact and made it inside without incident. I grabbed a cart from the greeter and managed a smile. The first aisle was sparsely populated and I ducked inside for refuge. I held the cart handles and tried to catch my breath. I looked down and could see my blossoming chest and bare legs sticking out from under the flowing skirt. I heard the hells of my shoes clacking on the linoleum as I began walking, almost as though they were trying to advertise my presence. In hindsight, some flats would have been better than the heels but I was here and not about to leave without getting what I came for. On the other hand, I could finally walk through the woman's clothing aisles here and browse without getting dirty glares.
I couldn't believe that I had been stressing about coming here and already I was planning an excursion through the clothing department. Frantic one minute and calm the next. It was like this every time I was out in public. I was feeling particularly good until a cart rolled by and the man pushing it turned back and smiled.
"I am so out of here." I said to myself as I fumbled through my purse looking for the list just as several carts turned into the aisle heading my way. My hands began to shake as I pulled out the list and scanned it. In addition to several dozen items that would keep me here for at least an hour and send me all over the store there were several items that caught my attention.
"Oh no. . . . Oh no. Condoms? Feminine pads? Lubricants? Oh jeez. What's she trying to do to me?"
It was written in at the bottom of the list in Christa's handwriting. I can't believe it.
I closed my purse and onward down the aisle trying desperately to keep from running.
After twenty minutes and only two strange looks I began to feel more confident in my appearance when I hit the dairy aisle and grabbed a gallon of non-fat milk, the last item on my list. I set it in the cart, scratched it off my list and picked up a vibe, looking up and seeing a woman in front of me also grabbing milk. She dropped it in her own cart and walked passed, looking a little too long by normal standards of etiquette. Unfortunately I was blocked in and couldn't walk away.
"You look familiar to me? Do you work or live around here?" she asked inquisitively. She was smiling and I could tell from the look on her face that she hadn't pieced it together. I knew her certainly. She was my own secretary and a very astute person. I might get away without her finding out but it would hit her eventually and I only hoped I wouldn't be around. I could play dumb when I returned to work but if she caught on now she wouldn't let me get away that easily.
I simply shook my head trying to feign disinterest with a touch of confusion while trying to get away without appearing too eager. It was a fine line to walk while trying to keep my breathing in check. I tucked my list away and simply said, "Sorry."
To me it sounded phony but apparently Debbie either bought it or decided to let it go. The minute I walk back into work and see the look on her face I'll know then if I pulled it off or not.
"Sorry for stopping you."
"No problem." I responded, seeing traffic begin to move around me.
I smiled and started to move on realizing she just had to know. She wore this smirk that let me know I had been made. I didn't care really because she was as trustworthy as they come and no one else would find out she had run into me. Debbie continued on and I began to maneuver my cart through the crowded dairy aisle. One gentleman, in his early twenties was staring at me from a distance of ten feet, his eyes moving from me to my cart and back again. Apparently he had made up his mind and began to move on. It wasn't until I neared the check out that I realized that the only item in my cart that he could really see were the feminine products sitting next to my purse and the pieces began to fall into place. He wasn't sure I was what I appeared and the feminine products had swayed his opinion it seems. I'll have to remember to tell Christa about it when we reviewed how the week went.
The checkout lanes were horrendous and it was apparent from my cart that neither the express lanes nor self-serve checkouts were an option. All I needed was the attention of trying to go through those so I dutifully stood in check out aisle number 12. The one bright spot about check out lanes were that those ahead of you were staring forward and those behind you were staring at your ass, one part of my body I was sure I could confidently pass as long as I didn't stand like a truck driver.
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