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The Snare 1. Matthew's adventure begins Mathew Goodwilly was 17 and fresh out of school, and with a GCSE A in Media studies he had managed to get an apprenticeship at a Theatre working as part of the production team. The position was away from his home and was not commutable by public transport and Mathew had not started to learn to drive yet, he needed to get some money coming in first. The theatre had helped him arrange lodgings with a single lady, Ms Thornbury. Ms Constance Thornbury was in her early fifties, still maturely attractive and well off enough to not need to work. She stood at 5'10" with a well proportioned female frame, her 'C' cup breasts perfectly complimented her figure. Her steriotypically attractive face was framed by below shoulder length warm brown hair; when worn down. Matt kissed his mum on the cheek and they hugged before Matt embraced hi s father. They said their goodbyes and Matt walked away from the car and into the Railway station with his large sports bag straining on his right shoulder. His parents had not wanted him to go, he was still very young and not what they called street wise. He however was resolute and determined that this is what he wanted to do and the opportunity was away from home. Why wait, he was eager to strike out on his own and to prove he was an adult. Just over two and a half hours later, just past lunch time on Saturday afternoon Matt was approaching the lodgings that had been arranged for him, checking the house numbers as he walked along the tree lined street. Finally he found his destination and walked into the shingle driveway and up to the detached victorian house with bay windows either side of a porched front door. He knocked on the front door and stepped back and waited. He was a little nervouse and his 5ft 5inch narrow frame shuffled a little auquadly. He fidgeted with his jacket zip and toyed with his dark, almost black wedge cut hair. It felt like an age before the door swung open but it was only 40 seconds. "Matthew I presume?" the lady said looking down at him from the stepped entrance as she evaluated her new lodger. His dark hair was quite full and swept from his left to right covering his forehead. His ears almost completely covered in a thick feathered style, just his ear lobes left visible. A dark wide eye brow visible on his left side before dissapearing under his hair. His complection was clear, his nose perfectly propostioned to his face that narrowed to his jaw. His lips were only a little wider than his nose making them look quite pronounced and shapely. Matt instantly did the same and weighed up his landlady to be, 'old, a little.....attractive, YES!'. Neatly groomed with hair pulled back and fastened in place and well dressed; an elegant white dress with a floral print of blues and purples with similarly coloured court shoes. She looked easy on the eye but her voice was a little cold. "Em......yes...maam," he replied. "You had better come in then young man." Matt followed her through the front door and into the hallway. "Close the front door and leave your bag here, I would like to have a chat with you before I show you to your room." She showed Matt into the front room on the right side of the hall. "Take a seat, I will make some tea.....you do like tea?" "Oh, yes.....please, that would be lovely......i'm quite thirsty actually." Matt gingerly sat down in the middle of a burgundy leather three seater sofa and waited. Ms Thornbury returned a few minutes later with a tray, teapot, two cups, milk and sugar and placed it down on the coffee table. As she proceeded to pour the tea she started to address the young man. "Let me explain the situation here, I am doing you a favour at the request of my friend Penelope Short. Penny works at the theatre as a dance and choreography director and as I understand it will work closely with you when you start on Monday." She replaced the teapot back onto the tray, "I would NOT in normal circumstances take a lodger, I neither require the companionship or the additional finances it yields. Help yourself to milk and sugar. I have no desire to change my way of life to suit anyone else so I am making it clear right now that I expect you to be respectful of my home, noise levels etc and will also ask you to perform some domestic duties to share the load as it were. Can you cook Matthew?" "A little maam, just eggs and tinned stuff like beens," he replied. "Mmmmm," she frowned, "I'm not happy with being addressed as maam, I'd much prefer Ms Thornbury." "Sorry...... Ms Thornbury." "No need to apologise Mathew, now I normally cook a meal for myself in the evening and it would be little trouble to do enough for you if that suits you? However, as I mentioned I will expect some domestic help and clearing up after meals is a regular requirement and when time permits you can help me prepare meals so you can learn and widen your culinary skills." "thank you ma...Ms Thornbury, the evening meal would be a very welcome help and helping in the kitchen or whatever else you need I will be happy to help." "Good, I'm glad we have established some ground rules, so if you have finished your tea I will show you your room." Ms Thornbury got up from the chair and led the way back into the hall. Mathew picked up his large sports bag and followed Ms Thornbury up the stairs turning left and into the back bedroom. "Here we are Matthew, the bed is made for you but from now on it will be your responsibility. You have a wardrobe to hang your clothes and a dressing table with drawers to use." All the bedroom furniture was in a dated dark wood with a high shine finish, the carpet was soft and thick in a beige colour while the walls were in a pale lilac colour. The curtains were a dark purple velour. It was all a bit un-masculine but he understood the situation and accepted what he had been offered. "This is the 2nd largest bedroom of the four I have so you have as much room as I can offer, I hope you find it comfortable and to your liking" "Oh, yes Ms Thornbury, it's absolutely perfect, thank you," was his polite reply. "I will leave you to unpack and settle in, once you are done please pop downstairs to find me and I can show you round the rest of the house." "Thank you Ms Thornbury, will do." Matthew unzipped his bag and started to remove his belongings so he could put them away. He did not have many clothes but what he did have was what he thought was en trend. He had tried to follow the crowd when he started buy clothes for himself and had become a little more confident and self assured recently. He was soon done, leaving the wardrobe mostly empty and the drawers only part used. Downstairs Mathew called out "Ms Thornbury?" He waited for a reply but nothing came. Taking a couple of steps forward he heard a door open then close and Ms Thornbury appeared in the kitchen carrying a laundry basket. "Ah, Matthew.....if you could be helpful and collect the tea tray from the front room and bring it out to the kitchen?" "Yes of course." Matthew went and picked up the tea tray and walked carefully back into the kitchen placing down on the worktop. Ms Thornbury reappeared without the laundry basket and proceeded to show Matthew round the kitchen so he knew where everything was, then through to a utility room which held the washing machine and tumble drier along with laundry baskets. Matthew did his best to take in and remember where everything was kept. It was now late afternoon so Ms Thornbury started to prepare the evening meal and as Matthew had nothing better to do he was roped into helping and getting his first lesson in preparing food. It gave them both a chance to chat and become more familiar with each other and by the time they sat down in the dining room; at the table that Matthew had laid; they were talking to each other like they had known each other for years. Matthew helped clear up and washed the dishes under his landlady's scrutiny, little corrections here and there that made him feel more like a child than a young adult. However, he wanted to keep their relationship good and just accepted the guidance. 2. Matthew's manipulation begins Sunday, Matt woke to the sound of movement in the house. Ms Thornbury was clearly up and active. He stretched his arms and looked at the bedside clock....."10 35" he said under his breath. He had slept well in the strange bed (and slept in!!). His landlady apparently not concerned. Sliding out of bed he strode across the bedroom in his boxer shorts feeling contented. It was going to be ok here he thought. He opened the door and went to make his way to the bathroom when Ms Thornbury walked out of one of the spare bedrooms. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "Matthew, I can't have you swanning around in your underwear, that is just not proper. Please go and put a robe on." She stood along the landing, hands on her hips. Her brown hair pulled back loosely and held by a large clip at the back of her head. She wore a maroon coloured shift dress that hugged her body from her shoulders to just above her knees. Nude hosery stretched from the hem of her dress down to the cream heeled slippers. "I'm so sorry Ms Thornbury, I didn't mean to offend you." Matt stepped back towards his bedroom. "But I don't actually have a robe, i'll put my jeans back on." "Don't have a robe, oh!...you can't wear your jeans, I put them in the wash for you." Matt retreated a little further so he was half behind his door. "Don't worry Ms Thornbury I'll grab another pair of jeans." Matt disappeared into his room and came back out a few moments later wearing one of his other pairs of jeans with the ripped knee. It was the last item of clothing he had purchased, in fact he had gotten two pairs and they both hung in his wardrobe. "Goodness me! Look at the state of your clothing," Ms Thornbury almost shrieked. "It's the fashion Ms Thornbury." "Not in my house it isn't," she replied quite sternly. "If you wish to stay here then I expect you to be dressed properly young man, so please choose something more appropriate." "but I don't have any other jeans or trousers Ms Thornbury, I usually just live in these and the jeans you put in the wash for me are my best, I will need them for work tomorrow." Ms Thornbury frowned a little, hand on chin in thought. "Matthew, I am NOT happy to be living with a scruffy looking lodger, I have standards and do not intend to lower them, Wait there please." Ms Thornbury strode purposefully into her bedroom. It was quiet for a few minutes, Matt stood on the landing wondering what was to happen. This little episode had made him feel a little unworthy in Ms Thornbury's presence, had he caused offense he wondered. Ms Thornbury returned carrying some beige coloured trousers, "here you go, put these on" as she handed them to Matthew. Unfolding them he could see they had a flared leg and he felt an instant dislike for them as not only were they ladies trousers but they were not what he perceived to be fashionable or in a colour a boy would pick. Feeling a little embarressed Matthew paused for a few seconds. "Ms Thornbury.....I....em." "Yes Matthew?" "I don't want to be difficult or cause offence but......I ..I'm not comfortable putting these trousers on." Ms Thornbury looked at the young man for a few seconds. "You need not feel uncomfortable, after all I have asked you to wear them and I most certainly do not approve of the rags you call jeans!" "Ok, Ms Thornbury, I .......I understand." With a little trepidation Matthew retreated into his room to change. He shed his fashionable ripped jeans and picked up the beige trousers and tentatively stepped into them. As he eased them up his legs he noticed how snug the legs were above the knee. The material stretched to easily to accommodate his thighs and the elasticated waist sat comfortably around his hips. They felt soft and a little odd to him, but there was a problem. The wide legs openings were still on the floor under his heels. He tugged the trousers up further until his heels found the carpet. The crutch pulled snugly into his undercarriage with the front compressing his 'equipment' and the seat starting to invade the cleft of his bottom. The odd feeling now emphasized, he could not decide if he liked it or not. The truth was he did, just a little but the fact that they were obviously ladies trousers challenged his mindset. He then noticed how high the elastic waist was on him, his belly button was just covered. Matthew pulled himself from his thoughts and gingerly left his room and headed for the bathroom conscious of the feeling of the snug trousers as he walked. Finished in the bathroom and having added some socks and a T-shirt he ventured downstairs in search of a drink and something to eat. "Ah Matthew there you are, that's much better: although your top and socks do not coordinate; but it is much better." "Thank you Ms Thornbury. Would it be ok to get some breakfast?" "Yes, of course, there's bread if you would like toast or some cereal," as she opened a cupboard to show what was available. As he prepared some serial they chatted briefly "do you have any plans for today?" "I was thinking of going into town, you know, to find my way around and to make sure I know where the theatre is." "That sounds like a sensible idea, I can give you some direction before you go." "Thanks Ms Thornbury, that would be great." "Glad to help." And she smiled warmly. "Of course I will have to change out of these trousers if i'm going out." A now familiar frown appeared across Ms Thornbury's face "mmm...very well. But make sure you change back as soon as you return" "Yes......of course Ms Thornbury." Matthew wished he had the money to buy something new to wear but he had to wait a whole month before he got his first salary. After getting changed Matthew slipped out of the front door to find his way around. He Follows Ms Thornburys instructions and soon found himself passing small shops and before long had also located the theatre and he felt happy enough that he had his bearings and so headed back to his new home. When he got back he realised that he had not been given a front door key so he knocked and waited for his landlady to answer. "Hello Matthew, that didn't take too long, find everything ok." "Yes Ms Thornbury, your directions were perfect." "Goooood, now be good and go change your trousers and I left a top out for you that coordinates with the trousers. It will look much nicer, oh and don't bother with socks, the black and red will ruin the look." She walked away towards the kitchen and added "when you're ready you can come and help me prepare our evening meal" leaving Matt wondering what she had left for him. Pushing his bedroom door open he spotted a neatly folded garment on the bed next to the trousers. He picked it up and let it unravel. 'That's not so bad' he thought. It was just like a men's dress shirt with buttons down the front, a small collar all in a pale cream, although there were no sleeves. He undressed and pulled on the shirt, he noticed how light the material felt and how soft it was. Then the challenge of doing up buttons the wrong way round, he fumbled for a few minutes to complete the task when it should have taken a few seconds. He remembered to remove his socks and then proceeded to put the trousers back on. The odd feeling returned as he shimmied into them. Should he tuck the shirt in or leave it loose. Loose he decided and padded out of his room and downstairs and into the kitchen where he discovered how cold the tiled floor was on his bare feet. "Just in time to help prepare the meat, and that shirt is so much better, it matches the trousers perfectly don't you agree Matthew?" "Erm...yes Ms Thornbury.....i it's a good erm combination." "I think though that it should be tucked into the trousers....here, let me help you." Ms Thornbury grasped the waistband of the trousers and swiftly pulled it down to Matthew's lower thigh, she paused for a moment and stared at Matthew's midsection. Matthew was still a little perplexed at the sudden intervention by his landlady, he was not expecting her to be that familiar. She then took hold of the waistband again and stretched it out and hoisted it up at the front sliding her fingers round to the back to even up and finally pulled up at the sides to leave them settled high on Matthews waist. "There we go, I think that suits much better" she said as she stepped back. The odd feeling of the trousers had returned and was now starting to have an effect on the young man. With the trousers now even more snugly pulled into Mathew's undercarriage his excitement had started to show. He didn't know if Ms Thornbury had noticed but he started to feel very self conscious. He knew he was wearing his landlady's clothing, that really didn't bother him much, he was after all doing so at her request and nobody else was going to know, however the feeling of the close fitting soft fabric was very pleasant and he was just enjoying the sensations and feelings he was experiencing. Relief of sorts came to his rescue within seconds as Ms Thornbury handed Matthew an apron "I think it best you put this on as well, I don't really want my clothing soiled while preparing food." In Matthew's increasingly excited condition he took the lace edged apron from his landlady and popped it over his head, that would hide the area of himself that was making him feel a little embarrassed. Ms Thornbury helped him by tying the apron off at the small of his back. They worked together getting the meal prepared with Ms Thornbury educating her young lodger as they went. Once it was all cooking, and they had cleared up as much as they could Ms Thornbury told Matthew to remove the apron. He did so facing away from her, although he had largely ignored the feelings while working in the kitchen the young man was still quite aroused. He was feeling self conscious again without the cover of the apron. He moved and stood just inside the hallway and facing the front door. "Why are you standing there like that Matthew?" "The kitchen floor is cold on my feet and they are now quite chilled so I decided to stand on the carpet." "Tell you what, while we are waiting for dinner to finish cooking we can go into the dining room and lay the table." They both headed towards the dining room and she instructed Matthew on how it should be done. "Let's have some wine" suggested Ms Thornbury. "Oh, that sounds very nice Ms Thornbury.....but I would much rather keep a clear head ready for tomorrow." "indulge me please Matthew, it is rare for me to have reason to open a bottle. I would not normally bother when it's just me.........go on.......just one glass should not be a problem for you?" Matthew did not like to argue and relented, "Ok, then....but just the one glass please Ms Thornbury." Ms Thornbury went back to the kitchen and returned a few moments later with a bottle and two very large wine glasses. "I think we are all set now, just a little while longer and diner will be ready. Why don't you open the wine Matthew, there's a corkscrew in the top drawer of the wall unit." Matthew located the corkscrew and screwed it into the cork, he then spent a few minutes trying to pull the cork from the neck of the bottle. It just wouldn't budge for him. This was something he had never done before and was surprised at how difficult it was. Ms Thornbury had left the dining room and returned to find Matthew pulling faces as he battled with the bottle and cork. "Oh dear, are you struggling? Try putting the bottle on the floor to keep it steady, hold it down with you left hand and pull the corkscrew with your right." Matthew did as suggested with no success so Ms Thornbury took the bottle from him. "Let's see" she said. She grabbed the bottle firmly with the left hand and pulled with her right, a slight grimace on her face, 'pomp' the cork was out. She looked across at Matthew "I think you must be lacking technique" she said, kinder than saying what she actually thought (weakling!!). She placed the bottle down on the dining table "we'll let it breath while I get dinner, you may as well take your seat." Ms Thornbury was back in just a few minutes with a plate in each hand. "That was lovely Ms Thornbury, thank you." "You helped as well, now finish your wine Matthew, it's too good to waste." Matthew sipped at the wine, Ms Thornbury had poured much more into his glass than he would have liked, but he kept going as the dark red was indeed good and warming. He was feeling quite contented and relaxed now. "I'll be back in a moment," Ms Thornbury said as she got up from the table and slipped out of the dining room. "Right, swivel your feet out from under the table" she said as she walked back in. Matthew wondered what she was about to do, but did as asked to keep up the amenable relationship they had enjoyed so far. As with tucking the top into the trousers Ms Thornbury took straight to the task, taking Matthew's left foot as she knelt in front of him and swiftly produced a flimsy looking piece of material from her closed hand. Stretching it out she slipped the creamy looking material over his toes and worked it over his heel and up over his ankle stopping momentarily to lift the trouser leg up and out of the way then pulling the material up further to mid calf. Allowing the trouser leg to drop back down she then did the same with his right foot. He knew they were socks, but he also knew they were not like the socks he wore. These were flimsy, thin and partially transparent, they reminded him of his mothers tights. She got up again. "Be back in a moment," as she again left the room. Matthew wiggled his toes, the material caressed his feet as it slid over his skin. He was lost in thought staring at his feet, he could see his toes through the thin material. Then without even noticing her Ms Thornbury was back in the room and a few seconds later his toes disappeared. On his feet were what he thought looked like ballerina shoes. In actual fact these were ballerina style slippers. The sole was thin, the material was pink on the outside with three little roses attached and clung to his feet in an elasticated oval shape from his heel almost to his toes. The inside material was white with a delicate floral pattern. He stared at them, then at Ms Thornbury who smiled warmly. "Now your feet will not get cold while you help me clear up in the kitchen." He stood up, still lost for words but managed to whisper, "Thank you," as he started to help clear the table. Still in a bit of a daze at what he was wearing the apron was slipped over his head once again and tied at the back. He was not even aware at that moment how excited he was, but Ms Thornbury had noticed. With the kitchen and dining room cleared, cleaned and tidy Ms Thornbury invited Matthew to join her in the lounge to watch some TV. Matthew was a little withdrawn, deep in his own thoughts at the situation he found himself in. How had he ended up dressed as he was? He rationalized about each item he was wearing, he had tried to resist, but relented initially to keep from causing any argument. This was his home for at least the next year if things went well at the theatre, so he wanted to start relations with his landlady well. But after the trousers it seemed that things were being added bit by bit. He felt embarrassment at how he was dressed, but then the odd feelings he was having from the soft materials were invading his thoughts. "Are you ok Matthew?" she asked looking away from the TV. "Oh, yes Ms Thornbury, fine thank you." Matthew continued to look through the TV lost in his thoughts, in the turmoil that his mind was in. Ms Thornbury momentarily turned back to the TV, then spoke again "I let you borrow some of my things so that you could present yourself properly, but it is quite apparent that you like them Matthew. I mean you do like them, in a special way......don't you?" Matthew glanced fleetingly at Ms Thornbury, quickly averting his gaze. His cheeks filling with colour as he understood what Ms Thornbury was referring to. "I'm not sure what you mean Ms Thornbury" he lied. "Come now Matthew, I think you know very well what I mean." His embarrassment heightened to a level he had not experience before, he felt like he could not move, but wanted to be somewhere else to get away from facing his landlady in such an open discussion. "Is it the thought of being dressed in ladies things, or the feel of the nice fabrics or maybe I am just reading the situation wrong, is your excitement because of me?" Matthew felt like he would burst with shame, he could not cope with what felt like an interrogation from the confident mature woman. He didn't answer, couldn't answer in fact, he stared straight ahead. She rose from the armchair and moved across to the sofa sitting down gently next to him. He sensed then felt her presence but could not turn his head. "So Matthew, what's the truth?" Still he couldn't speak, stared straight ahead. His landlady had been very nice, prim and proper if not a little bossy. She clearly liked things just so. But he did not expect what was happening now. She shocked him further. "Matthew, what is it I wonder? Are you all man and just find me sexy............or is it the soft sensual clothing that excites you?" Matthew took a sharp intake of breath, his heart seemed to miss a beat and his hands felt clammy. He wanted to tell Ms Thornbury to stop, but he could not find the words. "Do you have a girlfriend or have you had a girlfriend Matthew?" His anxiety eased momentarily, it was a normal thing to ask. Perhaps she was going to back off, he hoped at least. "Yes, I did have. We're still friends." "What was her name?" "Emily." "And were you and Emily sexually active?" BANG, just as he was starting to feel a little more comfortable with the discussion she ramped up the interrogation. Again colour and a warmth filled his cheeks at the blunt question. "Why....why d.. do you ask such.........things that are personal?" he spluttered. "I'm just trying to get to know the real you Matthew, find out what makes you tick and in particular...... what makes you stiff!" She looked down at the front of the beige trousers, the clear outline of Matthews excitement. He saw where she was looking and his embarrassment heightened yet again. The mature lady then pushed further. "Do you masturbate Matthew? ........I bet you do......all boys play with themselves." Of course Ms Thornbury was right, he felt like she could look into his soul, like nothing was private. His shame and embarrassment took hold of him, again he could not face his landlady. At that moment everything seemed to become distant, the sound of the TV barely noticeable as he just stared across the sitting room floor. Then he suddenly felt a spark of electricity bringing him back to his heightened senses. Ms Thornbury was running her red tipped manicured finger up the outline of Matthew's swollen member. The feelings it elicited instantly made him rigid and he let out a slight whimper. The finger continued up toward the head of his penis, then traced circles where it is most sensitive. Matthew was unable to move, shocked at this move by his landlady and starting to lose control over to the feeling of her fingers. The light tracing fingers became a full on massage with her palm and fingers rubbing over the boys rod. The sensations intensified and he let out a moan, his mouth hanging open. She then spoke softly to him, "So what is it you like Matthew.........do you find me attractive?" She continued to massage while Matthew struggled to form any kind of speech. His breathing now heavy and his eyes closed. "Or do you like my clothes?..........the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin?" Matthews whole body tensed. "Ohhhhhhhh," he grunted and he came. Ms Thornbury continued to gently massage. "Ladies clothing then!" she whispered. "Ahhhhh," as he pumped his cream into his boxer shorts. He slowly recovered, the breathing slowed and the sticky mess became cool and a little uncomfortable. Ms Thornbury rose from the sofa and left the room briefly before returning with Matthew's washed jeans. "Here you go, they are clean ready for your first day at the theatre tomorrow. I suggest you go and clean yourself up." Matthew took the jeans from her but could not look her in the eye, he stood up without saying a word and went upstairs. He stripped out of all the clothing and cleaned himself in the bathroom in a bit of a daze, his mind was spinning with conflicting thoughts. It was so wrong to have been that intimate with someone of her generation. She was his landlady. She should be more responsible. Was this a form of abuse. Then he was thinking about the feeling of her touch, the clothing, the climax, it was sooo good. Surely this was not normal, even without the age gap he thought that perhaps he should have been the one in control (if he had the nerve to do so) but Ms Thornbury just had a way about her, she had manipulated the situation, manipulated him into what she wanted, did she want it? Was she just starved of adult fun living alone? he thought. He didn't want to face her right now, it all felt wrong, she made him come, with worrying ease! He was the man, his perception was that he should make the woman come, not the other way round. That alone made him feel less of a man, humiliated. He got ready for bed and prepared what he needed for the morning and slipped under the covers. It took a while with so many thoughts running through his mind but he eventually drifted off to sleep. 3. Matthew's apprenticeship gets underway (at the theatre and his lodgings) The next morning Matthew was up, washed and dressed and out of the front door before Ms Thornbury ventured out of her room. He walked quickly, his subconcious eager to start his new job. He arrived a few minutes early, none of the doors were unlocked so he waited patiently. Yesterday evening popping into his thoughts once again, his cheeks flushed at the thought of it. He was not looking forward to facing his landlady when he returned later that day. Eventually a few minutes after 8am a lady approached jangling a large bunch of keys. In her coat she appeared to be a slender woman of around 5'8." He guessed she was in her forties and had what he thought must be coloured blonde hair cut into a bob style curling under her chin. "Good morning.... Matthew?" she enquired titling her head to show she was checking he was as expected. "Yes, good morning." "June Taylor," she said as she fumbled through the keys to find the one she needed to gain entry to the theatre. Once inside she led Matthew to a small office where she explained that she was an admin / HR assistant for the theatre. He was to go through his apprenticeship documents, employment contract and health and safety before he would be passed onto his supervisor. It was all going a bit slow for him at first, so much paperwork when he just wanted to get stuck in and prove himself. Just after 10:30am with the formalities concluded Matthew was introduced to his Supervisor Steve Forman. A tall man, slightly greying hair and a deep gravelly voice, not to mention the iron grip hand shake. His hand seemed to be enveloped by Steve's firm grip. "Come on then Matthew, it's about time for a brew lets go and show you where the kitchen is." After a short break and a chat Matthew was given the full tour and was advised he would be getting involved in all areas of the theatre at different times but could be called into any job at any time if that was what was needed. The motto Steve used was 'whatever it takes' to get the show on. Sometimes quick action was required so he needed to be ready to jump when shouted at. He took all the info in and steeled himself for the year to come. Work hard, be flexible and jump into action quickly was the mindset he was having drilled into him. After lunch Matthew was set to work with Mark, still in his 20's Matthew thought, dark black hair and beard in the same dark colour. They didn't talk much as they shifted props and staging around and Matthew struggled at times to cope with the weight of some of the items. Then it was time to head home, the day had passed all too quickly. He would soon have to face his landlady, and as he walked home the thoughts of the night before came flooding back. He arrived back at the house, he had to knock on the front door. He must ask her for a front door key. It seemed to take an age before Ms Thornbury opened the door to greet him, he blushed instantly and looked down to avoid her gaze. She on the other hand acted as though nothing was wrong, nothing had happened. "Hello Matthew, how was your first day?" "Emm....fine I guess," he replied as he walked into the hall. She closed the front door and turned back to head towards the kitchen. "Dinner is already cooking, why don't you go change." Matthew turned his head and looked at her to gage her intentions. Her face showed nothing other than a warm smile.No sign of deviousness that he instantly thought. He noticed her black pencil skirt; covered at the front by an apron; topped with a white blouse with a lace collar. Her legs in what appeared to be in sheer black legwear and again her cream heeled slippers. Her hair was down today laying across her shoulders in soft waves. 'She always looked well presented,' he mused. "When you come down you can set the table for us." He hoped he would have time to slump on his bed for a while, the day had been quite tiring. But he already had instructions, or at least that is how he took it. He dare not refuse her. She had asked him to go and change!! He was already wearing the only jeans he owned that she approved of, that meant...............something else? Or had she just forgotten, like last night seemed to be.......forgotten? "Yeeess, Ms Thornbury" he replied a little tentatively. Then as she slipped into the kitchen, Matthew ascended the stairs towards his room. As he walked through the door he noticed that the discarded clothing from last night had been taken away. There was nothing else he could see, perhaps she had forgotten that he didn't have anything other than his ripped jeans. What should he do, he stood wondering..........change into his ripped jeans or stay in the good jeans he was wearing? He pondered a moment before taking his jacket off, his shoes and deciding to keep the jeans on he made his way back downstairs. He decided to go straight into the dining room and make a start. He had just put placemats out when Ms Thornbury entered the room. "Mr Goodwilly, I thought I had asked you to change!" "But...." "I hope you will not make a habit of ignoring my requests. That would be most unsatisfactory. Now..." "But Ms Thornbury, you banned me from wearing my ripped jeans, these are the only jeans I have!" "And they are clearly very dusty from your days work." Matthew looked down, they were a little bit dusty. "They are not clean enough to sit on my furniture. So in light of your situation Matthew, what should you have done?" Matthew racked his brain for what was implied, what was an obvious answer to the question. "Well Matthew?" she prompted making him feel a little silly at not knowing. With no reply from the young man she folded her arms under her chest. "You should have asked to borrow something." Oh no, here we go again he thought. "Sorry maam," and still feeling silly "I didn't think" was all he could say. A moment passed with neither saying or doing anything. "Well Matthew....?" She actually wanted him to ask he realized. "Erm Ms Thornbury, I...errr do not have anything suitable to change into. Is there something I could borrow......please?" he was starting to feel embarrassed again. This woman was making a habit of making him feel silly, embarrassed and thinking back to last night shamed and humiliated. "Of course Matthew, but you know I only have ladies clothing?" "I understand," he replied and looking down. "Well then you should ask me properly." Was she doing this on purpose he thought, making him ask again. His polite and reserved nature again prevailed, "Please ....Ms Thornbury may I borrow some of your....." He gulped at what he was about to say "...ladies clothing.....please?" "No problem Matthew, we know how much you like ladies clothing....don't we," she said smiling at him. "We have a few minutes before dinner will be ready, let us go and pick something out for you.....come along Matthew." A sense of doom swept over the young man, but also a sense of excitement. He didn't know why he felt excited, he knew this was a strange thing to be doing, it was wrong. But then he reasoned that it was hurting nobody and it was only clothing. His mixed feelings and thoughts only helped his landlady to coerce him in the direction she chose. "I think we should do this properly Matthew," she said leading him into her bedroom. Matthew stood to the side as MS Thornbury started to thumb through her wardrobe. "I don't have too many trousers you understand, unless you would like to wear a skirt?" "Oh....n..n...no thank you, trousers will be fine." A few seconds later she pulled a hanger from the wardrobe, lilac trousers with lace edging at the bottom of each leg opening. They looked too small for him but something stirred below, just a subtle swelling as the thought of wearing such a feminine looking item. Placing them on the bed she returned to looking through the wardrobe. Then out came a lilac floral lace top, there were no parts that were not see through and again it looked very small. She handed both hangers to Matthew. "Take these to your room and undress , I will be along shortly to help you." He gulped, looking at the garments, he was mesmerized and said nothing and walked back to his room. He placed them carefully on his bed, then started to undress. He was trembling almost as if he was cold and he was semi erect. He waited in his boxer shorts for a moment before Ms Thornbury swept into his room. "Here we are," she said placing some other items on the bed. "Now your shorts will have to go too." He looked at her quizzically, "W.....why d....do I need to change my underware?" "Well Matthew, the trousers are what we call leggings. They are stretchy and very often become a little see through. We would be able to see the dark outline of your boxers." She picked up one of the items she had put on the bed. "See..... if you put on lilac knickers on under the leggings then they will not be visible." She handed the satin and lace full cut underwear to him "come along now get changed, we don't have time to waste." He looked at her, she wanted him to get naked in front of her. This can't be right......can it? He thought. "Matthew, we don't have long before dinner will be ready, come along NOW!" She was more insistent this time. Still he hesitated "Oh Matthew!" she sighed. Then she leant forward grabbing the sides of his boxers and swiftly pulled them down to his ankles "STEP OUT," she said firmly. Then placing the boxers on the bed she took the knickers from his hand, bent down spread the openings "Now step in." He did so without thinking and she slid the soft material up his legs and into place. They sat high above his hips and compressed his now swollen penis. "Oh my, you like these don't you," she said as she got back to her feet. Once again the poor lad felt his cheeks flush and fill with warmth and colour. He could not look her in the eye again. "This is next, hold your hands up." Again he did as requested without thought. The lilac satin camisole top was slipped over his head and it dropped down to his waist. It was cool and smooth and sent a shiver down his spine. He became a little more erect at the sensation of the camisole. "You need to sit on the bed now please" and like he was in a trance he did so without protest. She picked up the last item from the bed, he initially thought he would have the socks she gave him yesterday, then she sat next to him with a bundle of material in her hands "lift your feet up for me please" he complied, she then slipped one foot then the other into the matertial and started to work them up his legs. She was half across his line of vision so he could not see straight away what was going onto his feet. But as they were pulled ever higher up his calfs he realized something was different. Once up to his knees she leant back "stand up" and she proceeded to work the tights all the way over his thighs and up over his knickers and finally around his waist. The creamy beige material caressed his skin as they shifted at his every move from his toes to his tummy. He could not help but touch his legs with his hands and squirm rubbing his legs together and humming to himself at the feelings. His penis was yet again hard. Ms Thornbury then bent down holding open the lilac leggings for him, he stepped in this time without being asked and the garment was pulled up snugly around his waist. The white lace trim at the bottom of the leg openings stopping at mid calf. The floral lilac lace top followed swiftly. It stretched easily as his landlady slipped it over his head and arms and down his torso. the sleeves coming down to the middle of his forearms and the rounded collar was high around his neck where it fastened at the back with a button. The same little ballerina slippers were added to his feet and he was declared dressed. "Is that not much better Matthew?" she asked. "I'm not sure," he mumbled back to her. "I know that it is much better, you look presentable, clean and tidy.........and I can see that you are enjoying what you are wearing, that much is very obvious" she said with a warm smile. Matthew didn't notice her smile, he could not face her, his face burning up with shame. "come along, dinner was ready a few minutes ago, let's go and eat. Matthew followed her from his room and down the stairs "you finish setting the table and I will plate up." He was awash with the feelings from the soft, smooth and tickling fabrics that hugged his body. He penis still hard and evident at the front of his leggings he slowly went through the motions of setting the table. With dinner finished they both cleared the table and started in the kitchen. Matthew had been very withdrawn since he was dressed, the physical feelings, his emotions and confusing thoughts all spinning round his head. "Matthew, I would like you to wash the dishes please" and she placed an apron over his head and tied it behind his back. Having something to concentrate on helped a little to clear his head, but the physical feelings would not relent. It was a constant assault on his senses. Ms Thornbury pottered about putting things away then just when he thought she was about to dry the dishes she stepped up behind him and then felt her hand snake under his apron. With his hands in the sink he felt helpless to defend himself. Thoughts of last night returned to haunt him but also fueled his stiffness. The hand reach the outline of his now rock hard pole and a gentle massage started. His legs half buckled from the sensations but Ms Thornbury propped him up and continued the massage. He lost the ability to actually continue to clean anything, his hands left limp in the soapy water. She then started to whisper in his ear "you love the pretty ladies clothing don't you Matthew?" "ooohhh" he moaned. He was so hard and so close to losing control when she stopped suddenly. She withdrew her hand from under the apron and casually started to dry the contents of the draining board. Matthews breathing slowed a little as he tried to compose himself. "Carry on Matthew, day dreaming about pretty clothes will not get the dishes done." His shame again rising to the surface. He continued to wash the dishes, then she resumed her position just behind him and the hand once again snaked under the apron and started to massage the still rock hard penis. This time Matthew prevented his legs from giving way but couldn't help but let out a long moan of pleasure. It had only taken a few seconds to return him to the brink of exploding. But like before, the mature lady knew when to stop and she backed away again to resume her domestic task. What was this woman doing to me he thought, right now he badly needed release although he would have preferred it to be in more comfortable circumstances and to have had some amount of control. He resumed his task at the sink and his excitement receded a little. Then once again the teasing hand was under the apron and a very gentle massage resumed. Matthew's arms leant on the sink for support as his excitement again rising "mmmmmmmmmmm, oh my god" he breathed as his orgasm was almost starting. The hand pulled away and again he was left frustrated and both his penis and balls were now aching. This time he took almost a full minute before he continued with his task. With just a few items left to clean he was left alone to finish his work. He emptied the sink of the soapy water, dried his hands on the towel and removed the apron. Still flushed and shame faced at his full erection showing through his clothing he could still not look Ms Thornbury in the eye. Before he could leave the kitchen the lady's left arm circled round the boys waist and she pulled him back a little so that she was leaning against the kitchen work top, Matthew also facing away from the lady and leaning back a little. She spoke softly into his ear "Now my dear boy, we both know of your little fetish so there is no need for any pretending." her right hand was sliding a finger nail up the outline of his aching penis. "so you need not worry, your secret is safe........ for now." He took a sharp intake of breath. There was an implication that she might not keep the secret. "What you need to do now Matthew, is stroke your little thingy through the clothing.." He could not bring himself to do it in front of her. He wanted her to let him go so he could go and relieve himself in private. Her left arm though was still round his waist. Her right hand than found Matthew's right hand and pulled it down to his bulging groin. "Now, go on.....play, make yourself happy" she started to move the boys hand for him, rubbing over his erection. The sensations, the feelings they were too much and took hold and he started to massage himself slowly, his breathing becoming short, deep and erratic. "You so love the pretty ladies clothing, the soft touch of satin, lace and nylon" she whispered into his ear as he stroked and massaged his penis. Her right hand now free stroked his legs and bottom. "Ugh" he grunted, "Pretty soft girly clothing turns you on so much doesn't it Matthew." "Uuuurrrgh" he spluttered and both his legs gave way as he filled his knickers with his cream. Supported by Ms Thornbury he slowly recovered. Then she whispered again in his ear "you're a little sissy boy aren't you Matthew." He felt so humiliated and shamed. Logic told him she was right though, how was he dressed, how much did he enjoy it? She let him stand up straight then took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to his room. "Get undressed Matthew, then clean yourself up" she left his room. He suddenly felt guilty and weak for allowing himself to be manipulated so easily, this was perverted, wrong. He almost frantically removed all of the clothing leaving it in a pile on the floor. He scampered to the bathroom to wash away the cold sticky mess. Then scampered back to his room, he thought he might get away with just going to bed now, she'd had her fun for today. But as he walked into his room, there she was again. "Let's get you ready for bed then Matthew." He backed away from her, his mind not being directed by his erection was a little clearer now. He didn't want to be her plaything, her doll to dress as she see's fit. "MATTHEW!" she almost barked, her voice stern and full of authority. He froze instantly. It was like an uncontrolled action. His mind was telling him to resist yet the firm instruction just overrode everything he was thinking. "Come here please" she said much quieter this time but still with some steel behind it. He hesitated. "NOW." she suddenly snapped and Matthew's body responded instantly by taking three steps forward. She bent down "Step in please," he did so and she raised the white satin knickers up and into position. Why did he give in again so easily, and he noted the growing erection starting to push out the front of the knickers. "Hands up" and again he did as instructed and a white satin, organza and lace night dress was slipped over his head. It dropped to just above his knickers and flaring out a little at the waist. He was fully stiff once again. Shamed and embarrassed once again. Cheeks flushed and warm once again. Dominated by his landlady once again. He needed to break this cycle, but easier said than done it seemed. "Go to my room Matthew and wait for me there." He slipped out of his room and across into her's and sat on the edge of her bed. It felt like an age before she appeared in the door way. Long enough for Matthew to start feeling a little cold. She had locked up for the night, it was only just after 9pm but she had a plan and her own desires, her own needs. For the first time Matthew witnessed his landlady undress, she showed no sign of discomfort she just stripped off and bared all to him with a confidence he could not fathom. She too donned a short satin night shirt but no knickers. With the main light off and just a bedside lamp creating a softer cozy feel to the room his landlady pulled back the bed covers and scooted herself over to the middle and relaxed back with her head on the pillow. Matthew was wondering what he was to do, feeling a bit chilly now he stood and looked at Ms Thornbury for direction. "It's like this Matthew, we have tended to your .....sissy fetish twice now, I too need to have some fun. You never did say if had been sexually active with your girlfriend. Did you ever lick her, perform oral on her?" she asked "No Ms Thornbury, there was no sexual activity between us." "I see, you're a virgin then?" "'Yes maam." "Well then we will teach you, and please do not call me maam, it's Ms Thornbury to you." "Sorry Ms Thornbury." Matthew felt both excited and a little disgusted but knew he could not resist her wishes. He was given a short lesson on what parts of her were what and where she wanted to be pleasured. He got into position, he could smell her, not strong but very noticeable. He started to lick her tentatively at first and soon learnt what was good for her from her reactions and he was very soon working away and building her pleasure towards her first orgasm. He was not used to the work involved and his neck and tongue started to ache. She kept him going until she reached her goal and she moaned and breathed erratically for a minute or so as she let the pleasure fade. Matthew's face was covered in her secretions and trying to recover. "Well done Matthew, that was very good for a beginner." "Thank you maam." "But you will do better next time," next time! Next time was just ten minutes later. Matthew was laying on his back while his landlady lowered herself onto his mouth and with his tongue still aching he went to work again. At ten forty five Matthew was washing his face in the bathroom. His tongue felt like it would be sore and aching for weeks. He had made her orgasm three times, the third time she was pretty much fucking his face, grinding her pussy into him. She was asleep when he left her room, clearly satisfied. He returned to his room and trying to ignore his still erect penis he thought about removing the night dress and knickers, but then wondered what Ms Thornbury would say if she knew. Would she get cross with him. It was easier to leave them on he thought, but also in the back of his mind he actually wanted a reason to keep them on. Matthew woke early the next morning, he lay in bed thinking about his very strange first few days with Ms Thornbury. She was essentially abusing him, she coerced him into situations he felt he would not have ever thought of let alone be doing. But on the other hand, the strange pleasures he was experiencing was very quickly becoming addictive. He stopped his thoughts from taking over his head and got up and prepared for his day at the theatre. He arrived back home that Tuesday evening, he still didn't have a front door key. She always made him forget anything he was thinking so he had forgetten to ask her for a front door key. She opened the door and welcomed him in. What would happen today he thought, perhaps she would get bored with the game she was playing. "Good evening young man" she said brightly. Had the pleasures of last night lifted her mood? "Good evening MS Thornbury." "How was your day at the theatre?" "Very good, thank you. I'm enjoying it so far." "Excellent, so glad to hear it. Now it's time to go and change" she looked at him expectantly. He stared back at her, again she was well presented. Her hair hung down again but had been swept around and hung down the front of her right shoulder and a little across her face. Her silver earing swinging from her left ear on clear view. Her dress was black with a bold red flower print, sleeveless shoulder straps came down to a sweatheart neckline showing off a considerable cleavage. The skirt flared out from the waist to below the knee. Her bare feet showing off red toe nails on black heeded sandals. Did she want him to have to ask her again he wondered. Although he thought he knew what she wanted him to say he played dumb, despite what had already taken place in her house he still felt sheepish, embarrassed to ask. "Yes, Ms Thornbury" he replied to see what her reaction would be. "That's not what I expect from you Matthew, have you suddenly managed to purchase some clothing that is more acceptable?" "Errr no....Ms Thornbury." "Then what should you be asking young man" her face was not so friendly now. He swallowed, he knew what she expected of him, he may as well cut to the chase, remembering what he had to say the day before "Ermm, please Ms Thornbury......May I borrow something......some ladies ...erm ...some of your ladies clothing please?" His embarrassment started all over again, the red faced young man looked down at the floor. His penis began to swell rapidly just asking his landlady. Fifteen minutes later Matthew was stepping down the stairs.....carefully. His feet in beige strappy sandals with a modest 2 inch heel, his legs encased in cream 15 denier tights, white satin and lace knickers, but these were skimpy and had a thong back that pulled right into his cleft. A white satin camisole covered by the cream button up blouse he wore Monday and the very same beige trousers from Monday evening. His rigidly stiff erection leading the way. He just could not refuse this woman, token resistance was the best he could muster and it was easily swept aside by the woman. It took some getting used to the sandals because of the heel but he was immediately put to work doing some laundry tasks while Ms Thornbury tended to the evening meal. He wondered when she would attack, play with him. He was expecting it, he just didn't know when. He was still embarrassed at walking around in ladies clothing but he was also reveling in the feelings and sensations it gave him. He stood in the utility room out of sight and started to lightly stroke his shaft through the clothing. He was in heaven, he closed his eyes for a moment, lost in his own little world. "STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!" she almost shouted making him jump out of his skin. "I i I I'm so so s sorry MS Thor...Thornbury" he struggled to speak such was his surprise. "You will not be doing that without my permission" she stated firmly but more calmly. She was secretly more happy now though, she knew he was weak willed and apparently hooked on the dressing habit that she had imposed on him. It had only taken a few days. Matthew almost trembling carried on with his task, thoughts of how he may have upset his landlady and the shame swept over him as his crimson cheeks glowed. He still had strong thoughts of how wrong the situation was but the stiffness in his knickers was too much, the desire to carry on overwhelmed his sensible logical mind. This woman only had to say the word and he followed her instructions almost without hesitation. Later, after dinner was consumed Matthew was again at the kitchen sink with apron donned. Once again the devious landlady set about teasing the hapless boy to reinforce his apparent addiction. Her right hand snaking under the apron and stroking and massaging the hard protrusion until he was clearly highly excited. Then she stopped and allowed him to calm a little. It prolonged the time it would take to finish the task as he stopped work as the feelings took control, it therefore prolonged the frustration and agony of his rigid penis. By the time he was finishing off the last item in the bowl she was starting to work on him for the seventh time, he ached so much but the pleasure undeniable. The head of his penis was so sensitive she barely had to touch him to make him pull a face and moan out loud. This time however she used both hands and whispered into his ear "does that feel nice" as she both stroked his shaft and ran the other hand across his bottom and down his leg "do you love your ladies things?" she waited for an answer but nothing came out but a whimper and he was lightly biting his lip. She pushed again for a response knowing he was shamed and acutely embarrassed "well my little sissy boy, do you like your ladies clothing?" He nodded while taking in a shaking breath, seemingly unable to speak. "Good" she whispered and increased the massaging of his body and his swollen, aching, sensitive stiffness. After so much teasing it did not take long to push the young man over the edge. Once again whispering into his ear from behind "oh the soft and sensuous knickers, the cool smooth camisole, the nerve tingling tights" as his body stiffened and erupted into the white knickers. She held him from behind for about two minutes as he came down from his bliss. "Now Matthew, go to my bedroom, undress and clean up. Then put on the night dress and knickers from last night." Without even looking back Matthew left the kitchen and did exactly what he was told. Less than 30 minutes later he was again pleasuring his landlady with his mouth.......dressed pretty as requested. The following day he found himself thinking constantly of his strange situation. It was just plain wrong, what she was doing to him. He was starting to feel less confident in his masculinity, his seeming addiction to putting on ladies clothing was challenging what he thought he was. When he thought of what he wore in the evenings now, he soon became erect. Luckily his jeans were robust enough his hide this manifestation, but he was still very self conscious. Almost all of his spare time had been dominated by this womans requests. He tried to get a grip of himself, to steel himself for a standoff with his landlady, despite how she managed to make him feel he knew it was wrong and could sense that if it continued it would potentially have a lasting effect on him. He had to put a stop to what she was doing, even if it meant causing a problem with his lodgings. That evening Matthew arrived back at the house, knocked on the front door and waited. He was actually trembling a little such were his nerves. He needed to put things straight with Ms Thornbury, make things normal. He steeled himself, he was determined after thinking this through all day. He was normal, a normal young man with normal expectations of friends and hopefully a girlfriend if he got lucky. Ms Thornbury answered the front door, Matthew knew he had to be strong and say his piece before she had a chance to start her routine. She stepped back to let him in. "Ms Thornbury, we have to talk" he stated with a forced confidence. "Then come in and we can have that talk" and Matthew stepped inside. Ms Thornbury closed the door behind him and proceeded though to the sitting room. Matthew followed the mature woman who had sat down in an armchair. His landlady looked elegant today, a sleek look. Her hair pulled into a high pony tail leaving a fring across her forhead and some loose tresses on either side just slightly masking her earings. Her kneck looked slender, 'kissable' Matthew thought. A white sleeveless figure hugging dress with black panels at each side of the waist and a hem that stopped above the knee. Again her cleavage was on display, not obscenely, but noticable. White hosery and white high heeled sandals. He noticed that today she wore makeup, quite understated. She looked lovely, he guessed she had been out somewhere today. Matthew remained standing to try and help his confidence. "Ms Thornbury....." he started the lines he had rehearsed "whilst I am extremely grateful for you helping me, by allowing me to stay at your home while on my apprenticeship at the theatre. There are some lines that should not be crossed. It is not normal for me to be doing the .....the things that you.......you ask........these things need to stop." there was a moments silence as his landlady digested his words. She then stood and looked directly into Matthew's eye's "I see, I think you need to be more specific. What exactly is it you want me to stop asking you to do?" she of course knew very well what he was referring to but she wanted him to spell it out. "Well, eerrrm" his rehearsed bit done and over with now, he was running on his own wits now "the eerrmmm making me erm.............dress in in.......in your clothing." As he said the words his penis swelled and strained in his boxers and soon became erect. His body's reaction weakening his resolve. "Anything else Matthew?" she enquired. "Well, yes.........errrrm" he was not sure how to vocalize the next bit "you ermm..........you take advantage of me...............in your......your room" he finally managed to say. "Do you not like making me happy Matthew?" "Well yes Ms Thornbury" he was about to add "not in that way" but was cut off "And as for you putting my things on, well you can always say no.......and leave!" "But Ms Thornbury that's not fair" sounding like a child in his response. "Not fair Matthew, I did explain that this arrangement was a favour to you and my dear friend Penny. I will not be dictated to in my own home Matthew, so what is it to be, live here under my rules or leave?" Matthew felt like he was on the back foot and tried once again to force the issue "Ms Thornbury, I.......I could erm report you to someone ..........for the things you make me do." "MAKE you do? You do not refuse, you can refuse if you wish" she paused. Matthew could not think of his next move. On this showing he would not do well in a game of chess. Ms Thornbury continued "what would you say to anyone, that you allowed yourself to be dressed up in ladies clothing?" She was undermining his argument, making it sound trivial, almost like it was his fault for letting it happen. He felt stuck, out of ideas to convince her to mend her ways. He stood in silence, looking to the floor, not able to look her in the eye. He had challenged her but felt like he had not been able to dent her will. "Wait there for a moment" she said and left the room. Matthew was almost oblivious to her words and actions as his mind spun in circles trying to work out how to get his landlady to be more understanding of his wishes. In the process he had provoked her, how would she now be towards him. Perhaps he needed to be extra careful now or she may ask him to leave anyway. What a mess he thought. Ms Thornbury returned to the sitting room. Matthew still stood facing the floor. All he saw were his landlady's heeled feet, until her hand came into view and gentl