EXTRACT FOR
Maid To Serve
(Miranda Birch)

As he stood there staring at the dishes, no doubt in typical male fashion

hoping they would somehow clean themselves, she opened the cupboard and

produced a frilly pinafore apron. It was a large floral apron with a big,

high, wide bib.  It was practical, not some little wisp of lace and

chiffon.  In short, this apron would be perfect for the job.  But it was

definitely *not* the sort of a thing a man would chose to wear for the job

-- well, not every sort of man anyway.  But it was eminently suitable for

the sort of man that Miss Devereux preferred...



She unfolded the pink and white garment.  It was decorated with a pretty

pattern of roses.  Rob was now looking at her like a deer that is staring

back at the headlights of an approaching car.



"Oh, but... I... I... don't need..." he started stuttering.



He saw what was coming.  She saw that he saw.  Now for Test Number Four!

Would he submit to being aproned by her?



"Yes you do," Miss Devereux countered firmly. "It would be such a shame if

some of these greasy pans stained your shirt or trousers.  Grease is *so*

hard to get out!"



While she was saying that, she was also moving things along.  She put the

loop of the apron over his head and guided him to turn with her fingertips

lightly on his hips.  Taken off-guard, he compliantly turned around.  She

then tied the apron strings at the back in a nice big bow.  She stepped

back, and told him to turn back around.  With a face as red as a beetroot

Rob turned around to face her.  She really liked what she saw.  A docile

male in a frilly apron, ready to do his chores!  This could even be easier

than she had anticipated.



"Come along, young man, no time to lose.  And make sure you double wash the

pans. Oh, and behind you on the rack are the tea towels for the drying-up!"

she commanded.  Then she simply walked elegantly out of the kitchen,

leaving Rob aproned and with chores to do...