17.1115-1100(a) DISCOVERED BY RAMONA & grandson

@19.0719-0225.46 by Atx

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Lorraine is not in the picture yet. She could play a role in this. Perhaps she tears Ramona a new asshole for invading their privacy, etc.

Thalia's s so dejected by this that she burns all of her rubber that afternoon! (i.e. Rubberist purging). For the next week she restrains herself. No rubber! She and Hevea are having a tempestuous spat.

Eventually she starts checking her email and wandering back to her Ordeal website. She fights this temptation with tooth and nail at first. She wants to kick Hevea out of her head completely.

But how do I kick "the roommate in my head" out of my head? Seriously?

Of course, it's not long before Hevea convinces her to buy some "emergency rubber" from Amazon while her regular source in China starts to recreate many of her previous custom made items, which takes a long time.

The Mirror Moment is when Thalia realizes she is not hetero sexual, but is a "RubberSexual" and that she should become "the best RubberSexual possible". (TTOSBT) This is where she decides take a 2 year vow that she will go so far into her fetish that she might come out the other side."

Part of the tension might morph into dealing with the wait for all of the new stuff to arrive.

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One morning I went outside to refill the bird feeder. I was in my usual blue catsuit and the apron. I didn’t think anything of it.

After returning I went into the downstairs bathroom to clean it.

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Suddenly, I noticed a young boy watching me working from the doorway. When our eyes met he ran toward the living room yelling “Grandma! Grandma!”

A moment late a woman appeared at the doorway with the boy alongside of her. She was probably in her mid 50’s and wore jeans with a sweatshirt. When she saw me the look on her face exploded into shock and then morphed into anger.

“Who… or should I say what the hell are you,” she demanded with her hands on her hips.

I died ten deaths of embarrassment at that moment. I was about to mutter a response to her when James appeared at the doorway next to her.

“This is not what you think, Ramona. This woman is Thalia, my housekeeper,” he stammered uncomfortably. “She works for me, that’s all. We did not hear the alarm when you entered at the driveway gate. Apparently it’s not working again.” Then he looked at me. “Ramona is my sister. It seems she still has a key to the gate. The young boy is Jimmie, her grandson on her current husband’s side.”

Ramona angrily commanded the boy to “Go sit in the car”. When he started to balk at that, she screamed at him, “Do it now! Wait for me there. Do not come back into the house!” After he left she turned to me. “Why are you dressed like that? Is that a rubber suit that you are wearing? Are you some kind of pervert?” She asked incredulously. Then she put her hand to her mouth. “Oh! I know now. You’re a prostitute,” she shrieked! The skepticism in her voice was unmistakable.

James became defensive. “Look, Ramona, before you jump to conclusions, all you need to know is that Thalia is a professional housekeeper who happens to have special needs. Our relationship is all business. I simply pay her to cook and clean here. That’s all.”

“I don’t care what you do here or who you do it with, James.” There was ice in her voice. “You have your own life to live. However, I don’t appreciate that now I am going to have to explain this depravity to Jimmie and, probably, his parents, as well. If this was supposed to be your secret, the cat is seriously out of the bag now, mister!”

I could see that James was becoming really pissed. “Look, if you would have announced yourself at the gate or called ahead like any other normal person would do, this would not have happened. If I had known you were coming I would have made sure that Jimmie was not exposed to this. This is on you, Ramona!”

Uh oh. I could feel a family argument brewing. I was not only in the middle of it but was boxed in to the bathroom so all I could do is just stand there in my very obvious black rubber suit and try to smile as much as possible while these two battled it out. This was the first time I had ever seen Ramona so I had no idea what to expect from her. I decided that while they fought, the best thing I could do was to just continue cleaning the bathroom.

The two yelled at each other for several minutes. She tried to drag me into the argument several times but James would have none of it. I was surprised at how strongly he tried to defend my dignity. She referred to me as his “prostitute” or his “harlot”. She was obviously not at all convinced that we were not having sex. But what really hurt was that she repeatedly called me a “sicko sleazy creep” to my face. There was hatred in her eyes.

James was becoming quite furious. He was almost screaming at Ramona now. “The first thing you need to understand, little sister, is that Thalia is my hired housekeeper, not my lover. She is here to take care of the house and do some cooking. Period. When she is not working she stays in her quarters. She does a wonderful job but we also maintain a level of professional distance.”

Ramona started to open her mouth to say something about that when James continued his yelling. “Secondly, don’t forget that you were the one who continually pressed me to hire a housekeeper. You grew up in this house but you have forgotten what the isolation is like. What you don’t understand is that no one wants to work way out here in the woods. It’s almost impossible to find anyone who will adapt to that well. I managed to find three other housekeepers before Thalia came along. None of them stayed on more than a week or two. Thalia is still here after eight months and has been very professional in the way she conducts herself. She thrives on the isolation of this place. We finally found a good fit!"

Again, Ramona tried to get a word in edgewise, but James stormed on with his tirade. “Lastly, keep in mind that I am not an idiotic xenophobe like you are, so I have no issues with Thalia’s peculiarities. They do not affect me or the quality of her work or me. If allowing her to dress this way is what is needed to keep her here and happy, then I am fine with that.”

I had never experienced such virulence. It was more than I could bear. Tears filled my eyes.

Finally James had had enough. “Ramona, I think it is time for you to leave. If you ever want to visit again, please call ahead and come alone. I’ll ask Thalia to stay out of sight while you’re here. I also think you owe her an apology.”

“Apology! It is she that owes me an apology for displaying her sickness to my grandson!” Then Ramona stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

“I’m very sorry that happened, Thalia. She has always been a little hot headed and we have never gotten along with each other, even as family. In fact, we pretty much hate each other most of the time. She tends to be rather judgmental and is quite heavily conservative and xenophobic about other people’s lifestyles, as you can see. I don’t think we’ll see her again any time soon.”

Still crying, I went back to my room, took my catsuit off and spent the rest of the day moping in my room. James wisely left me alone to lick my wounds, although he had no idea of the depth of my misery.