| Janelle Finds Her Calling: Chapter Eight Janelle had no way of knowing when her time was up and did not want to get into any more trouble. She merely headed to the front yard as swiftly as she could, her tattered and wet clothes in her hands. Janelle kept chiding herself for assuming what to wear and desperately reminded herself to take the twins literally from now on. It seemed perfectly reasonable to her to make the twins happy, no matter what it took and no matter how much older she was. In so many ways, Janelle felt like the one being babysat and took comfort in that. The twins decided that all monies earned by Janelle would be placed in the trust of the twins. Birkita, the studious one, opened a stock brokerage account, with the help of Catherine, who co-signed, in which she began investing for Janelle. Birkita always put a lot of effort into everything she did, one of the many reasons she tested so well and why she was already a member of Mensa International. She had big plans for herself, her overly creative and intuitive sister, and now Janelle. Catherine was right about herself. She could not live the life that Janelle seemed destined to live. Janelle's mother was also on the submissive side and was only able to function because of the large insurance policy she cashed in when her husband was accidentally killed in a water-skiing incident a few years back. Catherine, loyal to Janelle despite their age difference, helped run the household of her net-door neighbors, but she was getting ready to leave for college and found that by working with the twins, she could make sure Janelle would be cared for. Janelle, still floating around in her own thoughts, realized she had wasted a few moments and made a dash for the hose on the other side of the house. She felt exposed, racing across the front yard bottomless, her top flapping in the air and not covering much. She dared not look around and, hearing nothing, decided she was safe. She turned on the water, hosed down herself and her pee-soaked shorts. Looking around for the trash can, she saw it was already curbside for pickup the next day. She sprinted to it, slipped her ruined panties in, and then raced to the front door to complete her assignment. A light came on as she neared the door. It was one of those motion detector lights but it still caused her to lose her breath momentarily, her heart pounding. Leaving her bra hanging on the doorknob, she raced back to the side gate. Just before turning the corner, she realized she still had the hairpins and quickly grabbed them out of her hair and threw them into some bushes. She slipped on her cold, wet shorts and as modestly as she could, proceeded to the gate, which, of course, was locked. Hesitating for just few moments, she started climbing over the gate, her top getting stuck on the way down, losing all but a few strands. She didn't care. She just wanted to complete her task. Janelle stood on the same spot, the cement still damp from her own pee. Maeve came around the corner less than a minute later, chuckling to herself at the sight of poor Janelle standing there, shreds for clothing, her hair an utter mess. “You are such a good Baby Girl,” Maeve said. “It took you exactly 12 minutes, 37 seconds to finish. I am proud of you. Now just leave all your stuff right there, shorts, top, everything and let me dry you off.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------- |