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Femme de M?nage - Part 3 Belladonna [Author's Note: This Story is the Third of Five Parts] While Charles had expected his time as a maid to be a one day thing when he first put on Emma's apron, he found himself turned on by the situation and wanted to partake in the experience again. The next morning, Charles awoke and found that Jane was not sharing his bed with him. Charles got to his feet and felt the marble floor beneath the laddered tights he had worn to bed. Charles heard sounds coming from the bathroom while he put on his robe. He stepped out of his room, headed for the bathroom and peered inside. "Good morning, Charles," Jane said as she peered over at him as her hands rested on the toilet she had been scrubbing. "Hi," was all Charles could muster in response. "Do you want me to make your breakfast?" Jane asked. "No. I'll make it myself. I don't want to be a bother." "It's not a bother." "Well, I don't want to distract you from your duties is all." "Is it?" Jane asked with a laugh. Charles nodded, prompting Jane to reply, "Don't worry about it. Emma didn't put me that far behind yesterday." "I put you behind?" Charles asked, feeling strangely hopeful, but trying to convey to Jane that he was only concerned. "Just a little," Jane answered with a grin. "I'm so sorry. Do you need help?" Charles asked, feigning charity. "Why do you ask?" "I don't want put you in a hole. I mean you were nice enough to let me be like you for a day. You shouldn't be punished for that." "No. I shouldn't, should I?" Jane replied. "No," Charles responded with a nod. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have another set of hands at my disposal today." "Let me just grab breakfast, and I'll come on back." "Nonsense. I'll make you breakfast." "You don't need to do that." "I want to. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jane asked. Charles searched his mind for a reason, but he could not find one despite the gnawing sense within him that there was something not right about this woman serving him. Jane smiled at his silence before she added, "Or you could make me breakfast if you like." "Really?" Charles exclaimed before he collected himself and continued, "I think that would be appropriate. After all you were so nice to me, and I put you behind." "Sure, sure," Jane replied in a patronizing tone that was lost on Charles. "Let me just put something on." "Well, if you're going to help me, you know what you should be wearing today." Charles' member began to poke at the front of his robe as he heard Jane's response. "I'll put on the dress for you." "Oh, you're putting it on for me, is it?" Jane asked with an inquisitive look that made Charles uncomfortable until she dulled his unease with a slowly forming smile. Charles decided to lie to her in an effort to justify his feelings to himself, "It is for you." "How?" Jane asked. "I think I need more time in your shoes to understand you." "You do?" "Yes, I'm sure. You can't learn to be you in a single day. All those little things you do from the sighs to the way you wiggle your hips when you walk or shake that ass when you scrub..." "Wow, you seem like you've certainly been paying close attention to me," Jane replied. "I can't take my eyes off of you." "That's the first time I think that's ever been said to a woman like me." "It can't be. Not if anyone saw what I'm seeing." Jane blushed at his comment before she replied, "That's sweet." Jane then checked her watch and said, "And you're putting me behind, so hurry up and put your dress on, girl." "Yes, Mistress," Charles replied instinctively, instantly regretting his choice of words while he scurried back to his bedroom. Charles placed his bra back on and slipped in his breast forms before he pulled at his panties and tucked his member away. Charles then slipped the dress over his head. As it came down over his face, Charles smelt the scent of his day old perspiration, which lingered on the dress's light cotton fabric. Once he finished putting the dress on, Charles slipped his feet into Jane's plain flats and headed out of the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen where he found Jane waiting for him. "So what are you going to cook, girlie," Jane asked with a smile. "I was thinking eggs." "Easy and appropriate for a maid. I'm all for it." Charles nodded as he began to fry the eggs for them. When he finished, he placed them on the table before he set it while Jane waited for him. Charles was surprised that she was letting him do all the work, but he was strangely excited by it. With the food on the table, Charles looked at Jane and asked what she wanted to drink. Jane responded, "I'll take a coffee." Charles nodded and asked how she liked it before he scurried into the kitchen and made her a cup of coffee. Charles smiled at his feminized reflection in the microwave door as he waited for Jane's cup to brew. He felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction being at Jane's beck and call and wondered if she ever felt the same thing when he had ordered her about in the past. With her coffee made, Charles carried it back to the table together with a cup for himself. They ate together and made small talk before he cleared the table and cleaned the dishes while Jane read the morning news on Charles' Kindle. Once Charles finished cleaning up after breakfast, he came over to Jane and asked, "Ready?" Jane nodded before she replied, "We just have to get two things squared away with first." "What?" Charles asked. Jane put up one finger as she hurried towards his bedroom. Charles gave her a curious look until she returned with a black hair tie and the apron he had worn the day before. Charles' member surged as Jane tied his hair up before she held out the apron and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this again, Emma?" "I'm sure. I want to be like you," Charles responded with great haste. "You want to wear my apron over my dress?" Jane asked for clarification. "Yes," Charles replied, blushing at the exuberance he exhibited about lowering himself to her station in life. Jane grinned as she put the apron on him again and tied it around his back, careful to let her breath linger around his neck and to make her hands caress his sides through his thin dress while she did it. Jane then placed a kiss upon his lips before she said, "Now, we're ready for action." Charles nodded as Jane stroked his face before she took his hand and brought him into the bathroom. Jane pointed to the toilet she had been scrubbing and handed Charles her toilet brush. Charles knelt before it and began to scrub the toilet while Jane cleaned the vanity beside him and said, "We make quite the team, don't we?" "Yes, Mistress," Charles replied, again regretting his words. Jane chose not to bring up what he called her again as she responded, "I always thought things would go a lot faster and easier if there was two of me around." Charles chuckled in response as he continued to scrub the toilet. Jane smiled while she turned away from him to grab the glass cleaner for the mirror. In the process, Jane made her large rear press against the side of Charles' face for a second. "Oh, sorry, honey. I'm not used to having a girl down there." "No problem. You know how much I love your ass," Charles replied with a laugh. "Why don't you show it?" Jane asked with a grin while she turned away from the mirror as she continued to wipe off the cleaner. "What?" Charles asked, slightly aghast. "If you love my ass, why don't you show it?" Charles stammered for a moment before he stared at her rear. He wanted to give in to Jane, but he feared that there would be no going back if he followed through with what was in his heart. Charles realized that Jane would know that for all of his wealth and all the status that came with it, she, the domestic, held all the cards in their relationship. "I'm waiting," Jane said with a laugh as she playfully spanked her rear and turned back towards the mirror to finish cleaning it. As she sprayed the bottle once more onto the mirror, she felt Charles' lips pressing through her dress and against her large butt cheek. Jane's eyes opened wide as she rubbed the cleaner against the mirror. Jane turned away from her beaming reflection and looked down at Charles and said, after a pause, "That's better, girl." Charles smiled before he finished his task and continued cleaning the bathroom with her. As they exited the bathroom together, Jane placed her arms around Charles and hugged him closely as she said, "You did a really good job in there." "I did?" "Yes, I'm really proud of you." "Thanks," Charles replied, unsure why he was excited by the fact that a domestic was proud of him for doing her job well. He had rarely gotten such praise from anyone and was not used to it, but it made him feel good about himself for a moment. As the rest of the morning continued, they kept cleaning side by side, with Jane never missing a chance to give him an errant touch, praise or a fleeting kiss when they completed each servile task that was Jane previously expected to perform alone within Charles Cannon's penthouse. After lunch, they kept cleaning until Jane asked, "Do you still want to be me?" "More than anything," Charles replied, honestly. "Well, if you think that it'll take more than one day, I'm sure it'll take more than two." "Definitely," Charles replied, swiftly nodding his head in agreement. "If that's the case, then you're going to need more than one dress." "I suppose you're right." "I am. I can't have you going around in that rag 24/7. I've got some other dresses at home that I can share with you." "At your home?" Charles asked. "Yes," Jane replied as she saw the depressed look on Charles' face. "What's wrong?" Jane asked. "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. I just deluded myself into thinking that this was your home." "Is that what all that Mistress stuff was about?" Charles laughed as he replied with blushing cheeks, "A little." "Do you want me to be here with you?" "I do." "All the time? Do you remember how upset you seemed, at times, with me about cramping your little playboy lifestyle." "That's what I was trying to let on, but it was really more about the infringement on my Barbie dress up time." Jane laughed as she nodded, "Glad you could admit that to me after spending only two days in my hosiery and shoes. I was really worried that a bevy of girls were going to come through the front door and push me over to get under your knickers." Charles shook his head with flushed cheeks before he asked, "So will you?" "Will I what?" "Move in with me?" Jane grinned as she answered, "I would love to." Charles squealed before he embraced Jane. Jane kissed his cheek before she gave him a long kiss on the lips and said, "I think this is the start of something big for the two of us." Charles nodded before Jane gave him instructions to keep cleaning while she went and collected a few things at her apartment that they would need going forward. Charles nodded in response and went about cleaning his penthouse while Jane spent the next three hours traveling to her apartment and collecting the clothing she wished to bring with her to her new home. Jane walked through the penthouse apartment door, wheeling two suitcases behind her. Charles scurried towards her and helped her with the bags before they wheeled them into the master bedroom. After Jane opened the bags, Charles helped her hang up her clothing in his ex-wife's closet that, now, contained his own feminine garments. Charles looked over the dresses, pants, skirts and tops that Jane pulled out of her suitcases and handed to him. The quality of the garments was largely poor, as far as Charles could tell. Jane then began to remove the clothes she wore while she cleaned the penthouse from her bags. She told Charles to put them away in one of the dresser drawers. Charles hemmed and hawed for a moment before he pulled open a drawer and noted the male clothing within it. Jane smiled as she approached it and dumped the contents on the floor. Charles gave Jane a dumbfounded look until she explained, "We don't need that stuff." "Why's that?" "It's guy stuff, Emma, and last I checked, there's no guys here," Jane responded with a wink. Her response prompted Charles' member to twitch before he nodded and helped fill the drawer with Jane's work clothing. Once he finished, Jane asked where he wanted her intimates put. Charles went into another drawer and dumped the contents on floor before he filled the drawer with Jane's undergarments. Charles inspected each garment that Jane gave him to put away in the drawer. He could not help but notice the less than flattering cut of most of Jane's undergarments while he put them away. Jane noticed Charles' meticulous review of her undergarments and noted, "I don't have expensive underwear. It doesn't make sense for a woman like me to have them, Emma." Charles gave her a vacant look, not wanting to agree with her assessment before he put another pair of panties away in the dresser drawer he was ceding to Jane. Once he finished, Jane exited the bedroom and came back in with a trash bag. They collected Charles' male clothing that had been in the dresser drawers and stuffed them into the trash bag. As Jane and Charles finished filling the bag, Jane opened Charles' closet containing his male clothing and threw the bag onto the bottom of the floor. She smiled at Charles as she closed the door to the closet behind her and said, "That's enough of looking at that rubbish." Charles nodded in agreement before Jane led him out of the room. Once they finished cleaning the apartment, Jane asked, "So, Emma, do you want to go out and celebrate our new arrangement?" "Where were you thinking?" Jane gave Charles the name of a restaurant he did not know, prompting him to ask, "Where is that?" "It's a nice, cheap little Italian place over on 48th Street." Charles nodded and said he would be happy to take her. Jane clapped her hands and said, "Great. I suspect that this will be Emma's first night out, right?" Charles' face lost all expression as he looked at her and asked, "You want me to go out like this?" "No, I expect you to put on something clean, young lady," Jane playfully chided as she ran her fingers down his back. "I...uh...I can't do that." "Why not, baby?" Jane asked as she ran her fingers down his side. "It's too dangerous." "I thought you liked bad girls. Emma, bad girls are dangerous. Don't you want to be a bad girl?," Jane asked as she put her face right up to his before she pressed her lips against his neck. "This isn't my kind of danger," Charles replied with a moan. Jane gave him a sad look before she kissed his cheek and said, "I think it would better for both of us, if you went en femme." "Maybe for you." "No, it's definitely for you," Jane countered. "What will people think?" "Since when have you cared what people think? You've avoided them and shut them all out long enough." "People are going to look at me and think I'm some sort of a freak." "What make you so sure?" "Just look at me," Charles exclaimed as he pointed to his padded out body. "Okay. What am I looking for?" "What do you see?" "Just a pretty girl," Jane said with a smile. Charles laughed slightly as he shook his head and responded, "I'm a freak." "In bed, maybe," Jane retorted. "You don't understand what it's like to be a freak!" "And you do?" Jane exclaimed with a laugh. "I've seen it up close and personal." "And how'd it go for you." "I...I don't want to talk about it," Charles replied as he tried to suppress the memory. Jane gave Charles an inquisitive look before she said, "Come and look in the mirror." Charles hesitated to follow her, but as Jane pulled at his arm, he went along with her. "Do you see what I'm seeing?" Jane asked as she pointed at the mirror and stared into Charles' eyes. "I guess," Charles replied. "And what do you see?" "The two of us," Charles replied, being intentionally vague. Jane grinned as she asked, "Why don't you describe us?" Charles stared into the mirror and gazed at his reflection. He looked over his tied back hair and the soiled dress that was covered by an apron. The cheap flat, shoes on his feet further drove him to answer, "I see a maid." "Thanks," Jane replied, slightly peeved. "I didn't mean you," Charles hastily added. A smile came across, Jane's face as she responded, "Well, there are two maids in the mirror." Charles nodded, prompting Jane to add, "And maids are girls. Aren't they?" "In most people's minds," Charles replied. "Do you see a male maid in that mirror?" "You mean a sissy?" Charles retorted. "No. I most certainly do not. Sissies don't look as good as you do. They go over the top, like they're Madonna or Lady Gaga or something. You, on the other hand, look real." "Real?" "Yes, like a real woman that was just waiting to be freed from that shell of a man." Charles blushed before Jane added, "You know I'm right, Emma? You know that nobody will give you a second look when you're walking down the street beside me. Some men might even think you're pretty, but there's no easy tell here." "I don't know about that?" Sensing a chance to play on his vanity, Jane pressed, "Come on. You know how good you are at this. You've got decades of experience in those delicate little fingers. Look at what you made of that man you had to work with. There are a lot of girls out there that would kill to look as good as you, myself included, darling." "I'd rather look like you," Charles replied out of sense of fear that his feminine guise was not as good as he tried to make it or as Jane was trying to confirm that it was. "You'd be the only one," Jane retorted. "Are you sure I could pass?" Charles asked. A smile came across Jane's face while she replied, "I'm positive," before she placed a kiss upon his lips. "But what about the restaurant, won't people get a good look at me?" "Oh, I'm taking you somewhere with some dank lighting, baby. It sets a nice mood, and by the time we get going, it's going to be dusk. Trust me, there's not going to be enough light for a close examination to take place." "I guess that now is as good as anytime to give it a try," Charles conceded. "Good, then go shower and get ready for our big night out. I know you don't get too many of those," Jane replied before she gave his rear a playful smack, causing Charles to jump slightly. Charles nodded in silence as Jane turned and left the room. Charles then walked towards the bathroom and pushed his way through the door before he locked it behind him. Charles shook his head as he stepped into the shower, bemoaning the fact that he had let Jane convince him to go out with her that night en femme. After washing his body and making sure that it was completely shaven, Charles stepped out of the bathtub. When he finished drying himself off, Charles wrapped a towel around his waist and went into his bedroom. As he entered the room, Charles headed for the closet containing his female clothing and Jane's. Drawing the closet doors open, Charles peered inside at his dresses and wondered which one he should wear to the establishment that Jane had described to him. Charles decided that it should be one of his cheaper dresses. He looked through his dresses and further settled on wearing one that also had long sleeves, in order to help conceal that his upper arms were larger than most girls his size. Charles smiled as he took hold of the light gold colored dress and pulled it from the closet. After Charles placed the dress on his bed, he put on his shapewear and a pair of nude pantyhose before he took hold of the dress again. As Charles put the dress with all over beading and a boat neckline on, he realized how much more expensive his least expensive dress had to be than anything that Jane was going wear out to dinner that night. That fact made Charles uncomfortable as he slipped his feet into a pair of nude colored wedges to pair with his dress. Charles then zipped the dress up and pulled at its above the knee hem before he walked out of his bedroom. Jane greeted him in the hallway, dressed in a pair of two inch heeled black shoes with a rounded toe and a pleated, black tank dress that was held close to her thick waist with a belt. Jane smiled as she said, "That's a lovely color on you." "Thanks, I love that dress," Charles replied. "This old thing." "Yes, it's so pretty." "Maybe I'll let you wear it one day," Jane replied with a wink. Turned on by the wink, Charles nodded even as he thought that he would never be heavy enough for the dress to fit him. "Are you ready to go?" Jane then asked. Charles shrugged, prompting Jane to beckon him to follow her out the door. Charles felt nervous as he slowly walked towards her and towards the door that had long kept secret what Jane was planning to make him show countless strangers that evening. Charles followed Jane out the door before she closed it behind them. Charles sensed the churning feeling within his stomach as he walked through the short hallway while Jane pressed the button for the elevator. "Did you call the car service?" Charles asked. Jane laughed while she answered, "I've never called a car service in my life, and I don't intend to start doing so tonight." "How are we going to get there?" "Well, we can take the bus or we can hail a cab, like everyone else in the world that doesn't have a car." "I can't take a bus!" "A cab it is then," Jane responded. Charles nodded as he crossed his arms and put his head down before he entered the elevator beside Jane. Jane pressed the button for the ground floor, and Charles felt a sense of relief that he had gone to such great lengths to never see his neighbors in the building while the elevator continued its descent. Charles stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby and saw the doorman, one of the only people in the building he recognized. Charles put his head down as he walked towards the door, using Jane as a buffer between himself and the doorman. The doorman held the door for them before Jane and Charles headed out onto the sidewalk. Charles stared around the street to see if anyone was looking at him while he walked beside Jane. To his relief, he noticed that no one paid them much attention as each passerby seemed to be too involved in their own lives to notice him and Jane. After walking a city block, Jane hailed a cab. Charles was a bit reluctant to enter it, but Jane gently pushed him into the back seat before she stepped into the vehicle. Jane gave the cabbie the address of the restaurant as Charles slunk down in his seat, hoping that the man did not get a good look at him. The cabbie said nothing about Charles' appearance before he began to pull the vehicle away from the curb. Charles and Jane made small talk while the cabbie spoke on his Bluetooth. As the cabbie made a sharp turn and let out a string of, what seemed to Charles to be, profanities in his heavy accent, Charles clutched Jane's arm. Jane laughed at Charles and said, "This isn't out the norm." "For who?" Charles asked before the cabbie sped up to cut off another motorist while letting out another string of loud shouts in a language Charles did not understand. Charles' heart started to race as the cabbie weaved the vehicle through traffic while continuing his animated conversation on his cell phone. Charles shook his head as he feared for his life and wondered if his death would make the papers. Jane noticed his unease as she put her arm around him and said, "It'll be all right." Charles looked at her for a moment before he whispered, "Maybe for you, but I'm the one the papers will write about. I can just see it now on the tabloids and the social papers, "Charles Cannon, the reclusive ex-husband of Lynn Smart, dies in drag. I'm sure they'll work in some sort of flaming reference in there too if he makes this thing into some sort of a fireball." Jane laughed before she hugged him and said, "Don't worry; I've been in worse cabs than this one." "We're taking a car service back," Charles retorted. Soon thereafter, the cabbie double parked before the restaurant. Charles fumbled with his purse before he took out his money and paid the cabbie his fare with the tip Jane recommended. "Did you get his license number?" Charles asked as he walked towards the restaurant's doors beside Jane. "It doesn't matter. The regulatory commission's not that proactive. They're influenced by people with influence, you know." "Like who?" Charles asked. "Like people with money, you know, people like you," Jane retorted. Charles nodded his head before they entered the restaurant. Jane gave the hostess her name before they were seated. Charles was relieved by the fact that the restaurant was as dimly lit as Jane had promised him it was. He could barely make out the wrinkles around Jane's eyes as she sat across from him. Nodding his head as he looked at the menu, Charles peered up at Jane and said, "This place is nice." "You think this place is nice?" Jane asked as she looked at the rundown wallpaper and chipped wood that surrounded them. "Yes. I like the atmosphere." "Why?" Jane asked. "The light is not my friend." Jane laughed as she said, "Spoken like a true middle-aged woman." "I'm not that old," Charles retorted with mock outrage. The waitress then came by and introduced herself. Charles was relieved that she did not give him a close inspection before he gave her his drink order and Jane gave her own. They then took sips of their drinks and discussed the dishes on the menu before Charles and Jane gave the waitress their dinner orders. As the waitress walked away, Jane asked, "How are you holding up?" Charles gave her an inquisitive look before he got the hint and answered, "As best I can." "Is there something making you uncomfortable?" Jane inquired. "I never thought that I'd be out in a dress," Charles responded, honestly. "Yes, you were always a tomboy," Jane replied with a laugh to cover up the truth behind his statement in case anyone in the restaurant was listening to them. Blushing Charles responded, "Yes, that was my lot in life." "It didn't have to be," Jane replied. "It didn't feel that way." "Wasn't there any girl in your life you could just look to for inspiration? You know, really girl things up a degree to get away from those damned pants," Jane responded with a smile. "There was my cousin, Catherine. I was so jealous of her." "Really? Why?" "She was so pretty and everybody used to say it when we were together. She was always the pretty one. My grandmother, my aunt, even my mother, they all gushed over her. She was the apple of their eyes." "And what were you, chop liver?" "I was different," Charles responded with a wry smile prompting a slight laugh from Jane. "So you wanted to be the golden girl?" "I wanted to be Catherine so badly. Every thing she did, she got praised for. Me I couldn't do anything that would get more than a few words or a little attention. For her, come on. The lives of each member of the whole family practically came to a stop just to go to her recitals." "She was a dancer." "All the girls in my family were dancers." "So that's where you get those moves," Jane said. "They're not anything like yours," Charles replied with a grin as Jane began to stroke his hand. "I bet she was good though." "Probably, but I was more interested in what Catherine was wearing." "There's a surprise," Jane responded with a laugh. Charles smiled as he replied, "I'm so sure, but I was so jealous of her." "What did she get to wear?" Jane asked. "It's hard for me to put in words." "How about trying," Jane replied with a smile. Charles grinned as he answered, "There was one glitter, flower print, purple costume." "That's it?" Jane asked. "Hell, no. She had this flower trim and a white tricot tutu with ribbon and a sequin purple trim." "That's the first time I ever heard anyone use the word tricot," Jane responded with a laugh. "When you're king you have to know these things," Charles replied with a smile before he added, "And she had this flower detail at her waist and a tiara." "A tiara? So even then, you knew you wanted to be a princess." "You could say that, but you could also say that I may have been a little off the mark when it came to setting that goal," Charles replied with a smile. "Was that it?" "No, there were a couple of other outfits, including this one that was a white leotard with a sparkly silver dot mesh overlay, and a marabou trim...," Charles answered. "Another word I never thought I'd hear a...lady like you say," Jane responded, cutting Charles' response off. "I'm just full of surprises," Charles replied with a laugh. "Wait?" "What?" "Didn't you have a sister?" "Yes." "Why weren't you jealous of her? Why weren't you trying to be like her?" Charles hemmed and hawed for a moment before he answered, "She was kind of like me." Jane gave Charles a strange look before she said, "You didn't want to be like your big sister?" "No, I wanted to be like Catherine. I wanted to be that type of girly girl, you know, a real girl." Jane noted the couple giving them a strange look before she winked at Charles and said, "So all those years you were looking so butch in the closet, you were really dreaming about coming out in lipstick." Smacking his lipstick coated lips, Charles responded, "Yup." "Well, look at you, now, baby. How far you've come. I bet your cousin wouldn't believe what a refined lady you've turned yourself into." "She wouldn't believe a lot of things about me, but I wouldn't be rated as refined by her, she knows better." "I can help you with that," Jane replied. Charles gave Jane a curious look before he responded, "I'm going to be delicate about this, but you've never struck me as..." "Emma, I've told you before, ladies like me never have much use for being refined, but that doesn't mean I don't know what it looks like. I've been around elegant ladies for years, and I've picked up a thing or two on how they behave." "You have?" Jane nodded before she continued, "I can teach you a thing or two, if you like?" "Sounds like fun," Charles replied while Jane stroked his hand. Jane's eyes met his as she said, "Fun for me, anyway." "You know, you're so lucky," Charles replied. Jane did a double take before she responded, "I'm the lucky one, here? Last I checked, I didn't have a silver spoon in my mouth when I was born. Why your family's girls were out dancing, mine had to work, Emma." Charles grimaced for a second before he tilted his head and replied, "That's true, but you never had the body issues I did." "I didn't?" Jane replied with a laugh, "Have you looked at the two of us? Which one do you think everyone here thinks is the lipstick lesbian? And that's true even though I've been wearing a dress in public for years, but everyone thinks that you've got it down better in a day." "Let's not go overboard." "I'm not going overboard, little girl, look at me. I've been heavy most of my life." "No, you look good," Charles replied, carefully stroking her hands and regretting his words again. "You don't have my body issues, Emma. That's why you ordered that high calorie pasta and I'm stuck ordering a salad." "You can get something else. It's no big deal." "No. I can't. You don't get what it's like to have to control your weight." Charles hung his head for a moment before he apologized for his remarks. Jane patted his hand as she accepted his apology while their food was placed upon the table. As they ate and made more small talk, Charles felt bold enough to say, "If you really want to lose weight, I can help you." "How's that?" Jane asked as she pulled her eyes away from her salad. "I've got a personal trainer I can hook you up with." "You've got a personal trainer?" Jane asked incredulously. "Well, my ex-wife got him for me. I don't really use him, but Lynn said he was good." "And you're going to hook me up with him?" Jane asked with a grin. "A poor choice of words, but yes, I can get you some time with him to help you get started on a good weight loss regimen." "And what about you?" "I'm going to be spending a lot more time cleaning. I've got to put in a lot more hours to really learn what it's like to be in your shoes, don't I?" Charles replied with a fleeting smile. Jane smirked at him as she said with a laugh, "And skipping the gym is a good step too. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to fatten you up a little." "Why? Are you planning to make a meal of me?" Charles asked with a nervous laugh. "You're already on my menu," Jane replied with a wink.