17.1110-0800 The Lawyer made me do it

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@24.0912-0306.99 by Unknown AI

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Prompt:

Based on the context of the localdocs "@24.1109br", expand this text by about 500 words. Use 7th grade level English in a friendly yet slightly legalistic tone. Here is the text:

Dear Marla,

I was dusting in the library when James came in.

He said, "Thalia, I just got off of the phone with our lawyer. He said I need to be very clear about something. We're supposed to keep your job completely separate from play. I suspect there maybe some problems with my household insurance and, maybe, the law."

He continued, "So, just to be clear: You are not  hired as a model or actress. We pay you only to do our housekeeping. You wear rubber clothing around the house because it is your choice.  This is not because we pay you to or because we have requested that your do so. We may be supportive of your lifestyle but it is not the reason you are here. We only pay you to be our housekeeper."

I asked, "What kind of problems do you anticipate?"

He thought a moment and said, "probably none."

Response: Dear Marla,

I was dusting in the library when James came in. He looked a bit worried, and I could tell something was on his mind.

"Thalia, I just got off of the phone with our lawyer," he said. "He said I need to be very clear about something." His voice trailed off for a moment as if he wasn't sure how to continue.

I put down my duster and leaned against the bookshelf, curious about what was going on. James took a deep breath before speaking again.

"We're supposed to keep your job completely separate from play," he said slowly. "I suspect there maybe some problems with our household liability insurance." He looked at me seriously, his eyes locked onto mine.

"So, just to be clear: You are not a hired model or actress," he continued. "We pay you only to do our housekeeping. We don't expect anything else from you in exchange for your work."

I felt a bit taken aback by this statement, but I tried to stay calm and composed. James seemed genuinely concerned about something.

"You wear rubber clothing around the house because it is your choice," he said gently. "Not because we pay you to or because we have requested that you do so." He paused for a moment before adding, "We may be supportive of your lifestyle, but it's not the reason why you're here."

I nodded slowly, trying to process what James was saying. It seemed like they were making sure I understood my role as their housekeeper and nothing more.

"What kind of problems do you anticipate?" I asked him curiously.

James thought for a moment before responding. "Well," he said hesitantly, "the lawyer mentioned something about boundaries between our household and....other things." He looked at me uncertainly, but didn't elaborate further.

I felt a bit confused by this statement, but James seemed to be trying his best to explain the situation clearly. I decided not to press him for more information, figuring it was better to wait until he had time to think about what he wanted to say next.

Apparently James either felt or had anticipated that I would worry about this. "Thalia, this is really a minor precaution.  All George wanted is for all of us to be aware that if something bad happens we don't get involved with sex worker laws which can be very messy. The chances of anything happening are very, very small and even if it does happen, it's not ike we are doing something illegal.

"Sex worker? Is that what the lawyer said? How could he think that? For one thing, we never have sex together. Oh, granted, I orgasm a lot, but that's a solo thing and it's simply not part of our relationship.  Even when you help me into the fuckbox, it is my choice, not yours. And you are certainly not paying me to d that. So what is the problem?"

James grinned and said, "When I told him about your 'extra curricular' activities,  he said this is probably nothing to worry about.  We should, however, all keep in mind that there is a good chance a jury or even a judge is going to think that this all about sex or maybe even prostitution. George said we should just be very aware that is not the case and be ready to defend our position if needed."

"Hah! I wonder how many sex workers are as old as me? " I asked mirthfully. It was mostly rhetorical.

As we stood there in silence, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was going on behind closed doors at their household. But James's words kept echoing in my mind: "You are not a hired model or actress." He seemed determined to make sure that our working relationship remained professional and separate from anything else.

I decided it would be best for me to keep this conversation private, so I just nodded slowly and said nothing more.

Response: James then went on to explain the legal implications of not maintaining a clear distinction between my role as their housekeeper and any other activities that might take place within their home. He mentioned how such ambiguity could potentially lead to misunderstandings or even accusations, especially in court cases where judges and juries may lack full context about our relationship.

I listened intently, taking mental notes of everything James was saying. It seemed like they were trying to protect themselves from any potential legal troubles that might arise due to my lifestyle choices while working for them. I appreciated their concern but also felt a bit disappointed by the implication that wearing rubber clothing could be perceived as something illegal or immoral.

James then reassured me, "Thalia, this is really just a minor precaution. All George wanted was for all of us to be aware that if something bad happens, we don't get involved with sex worker laws which can be very messy. The chances of anything happening are very, very small and even if it does happen, it’s not like we are doing something illegal."

I couldn't help but question the lawyer's reasoning. "Sex worker? Is that what the lawyer said? How could he think that?" I asked in disbelief. "For one thing, we never have sex together. Oh, granted, I orgasm a lot, but that’s a solo thing and it’s simply not part of our relationship. Even when you help me into the fuckibox, it is my choice, not yours. And you are certainly not paying me to do that."

James smiled in response, "When I told him about your 'extra curricular' activities, he said this is probably nothing to worry about. We should, however, all keep in mind that there’s a good chance a jury or even a judge will think that this is all about sex or maybe even prostitution. George said we should just be very aware that it isn't the case and be ready to defend our position if needed."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his explanation, "Hah! I wonder how many sex workers are as old as me?" It was mostly a rhetorical question, more of an expression than anything else.

As we stood there in silence after that conversation, it became clear to both James and myself the complexity of our situation. The legal implications surrounding my lifestyle choices while working for them were not something I had considered before this moment. But as James emphasized multiple times throughout our discussion, they only wanted what was best for all parties involved – ensuring a professional relationship between us that would stand up in court if necessary.

I decided it would be best to keep the conversation private and simply nodded my understanding of their concerns. Despite any potential misunderstandings or legal implications, I knew that James and his family were supportive of me as an individual, not just as their housekeeper.