After lunch, Moona and Jessica came to the little room that served as my office. In reality, it was more of a large closet with a desk and a few chairs. That became extremely obvious as we all squeezed in.
“Jessica, would you close the door, please?”
“Yes, Miss Baxter.”
“It was my fantasy, Mistress,” Moona blurted out. “Please don’t punish Jessica for it.”
“Girls,” I said. “No one is being punished. But we do need to have a serious talk about safety. I only asked you to come here so that we won’t be overheard, but if you’re comfortable discussing this in the parlor, that’s fine with me.”
Both girls shook their heads.
The air in the little room was getting stale and warm already. I looked to Jessica, and then to Moona. Neither one of them looked too excited to be here, so I decided to
