16.0106-0900 Almost a week

@25.0911-1259.28 by Atx

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Dear Marla,

I've been here almost a week.

Back in Thorpton, which is an hour drive northeast from the coast, we were used to a constant, misty rain. The city was just far enough from the coast that it was enough to keep things on the 'damp' side but not really 'wet'. In most cases, we just ignored it.

The weather is quite different here. We're only a few miles from the Pacific coast, so we get a steady flow of moisture from the ocean. The weather is always cool here, but rarely cold. When it blows inland and meets the warm air of the land, we get something more than just misty rain. It's a little harder to ignore it.

That's OK, I've always been a 'rainy day person'. When it is raining, especially if it is raining hard, I often have a compulsion to cover myself in latex and then go out and 'frolic' in the rain. I never actually done that. Too bad I cannot do it here!

It appears that James has forgotten the incident whe he dropped my box of rubber stuff on my first day. Nothing has been said of it. Hopefully, he has forgotten about it.

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Both James and Lorraine have a great deal of natural curiosity about just about everything. Especially me. Our conversations frequently become pretty deep with personal questions about, say, my ex-marriages, kids, what my dad did for a living, etc. It's all very gentle and quite innocent. There were no agendas. In fact, I think I enjoyed it as much as they did. It has been a long time since anyone showed genuine interest in me. They also made a point of inviting me to ask equally probing questions of them.

One thing I learned was that they had hired three different housekeepers in a few months before me, and all of them quit within the first two weeks. The solitude of this place was just too much for them. So far, the Hahn's want to do everything they can, within reason, to keep me happy here so that I will stay for a while.

Last night I made Shepard pie for them. It was a big hit. They seemingly took turns asking me questions about every imaginable aspect of creating it, including, for example, the first time I made it, and so on. We must have talked about it for a good ten minutes. It's been a while since anyone has praised my cooking.

I think I have been driving the Hahns crazy with questions about where things are and how they want things done, and so on. This includes stuff like their preferences in food, running the vacuum cleaner near where they are working, etc. They knew "the new girl" would have to ask them and they always answered them graciously and patiently. James seemed to be fond of saying that no question is stupid or unimportant.

I mainly report to Lorraine. She reiterated that I am salaried and do not punch a clock. I am free to manage my own time except for meals at 8am, noon, and 6pm. I'm supposed to wash the dishes daily but I can pick the time. She wants clean socks in their drawers, the windows cleaned and the lawn mowed, dishes washed, and so on. .... things that need to be done.

"Relax, Thalia. Finding where stuff is probably the easiest part. Adjusting to where, when and how we do things here will be a bit more challenging. James and I completely understand that you are new to all of this. We fully expect it will take time for you to settle in. "

　　Yup, I think I'm going to like it here. I hope my fetish doesn't fuck it up like it has nearly every other relationship in my life. I've decided that I'm going to have to follow a very strict rule of wearing my rubber only in the dead of night.

The isolation of this place will probably be one of the hardest things to adapt to, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I've always had a fantasy lurking about in my mind in which I live in a non-theistic monastery of rubbernunks. (nun + monk = nunk).

Wowza! Not only is this place isolated like a hermetic monastery, the Hahn's seem to be really nice people.

I think I am going to like it here.

..thalia..