The Story Of Esther (18+++) - Season 1 - Episode 7

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The Story Of Esther (18+++) - Season 1 - Episode 7

I practically almost stayed up the whole night and when I did sleep at all, it was likely towards the final 20 or so minutes to the breaking of day! The night looked so unreal as I kept trying to understand how the last few hours even got to happen in the first instance! Meanwhile, Esther went straight to her bedroom as soon as she left the bathroom, and I assumed she slept off immediately too. As for me, I didn’t even bother completing the bath, instead went for the towel with which I cleaned myself dry.
Until I got into my bedroom, it kept looking as though I was floating. And even after getting into bed, I still found it difficult to believe I was still in the real world! After all, if I was ever told that the girl I had just brought into my household was in fact of a queer S#xual disposition, I was likely never going to believe it. But everything was currently pointing to that at this moment. The indifference in matters that concern boys; her rather skewed interest in me instead; and all other things, were supposed to give me the clue, but I just couldn’t see them like they were.

Now I was faced with a very difficult decision to make. What do I do with her? Shouldn’t I be sending her packing the next day? Should I call Fredrick to tell him? Should I send a messenger to mum and explain that the girl she had sent to me was indeed queer?!! These were countless questions I just struggled to answer, and I was still trying to do so, when I eventually dozed off to sleep! But untypical of her, Esther was the one who woke me up at exactly sharp 6am the next morning, and she was carrying Kennedy who was probably the reason why she woke before me! My eyes fluttered as I struggled to break away from my dizziness, and as soon as I saw her face, I was reminded why she was the best housegirl I’ve ever had! And would likely ever do. Her dutifulness was unmatched!
And while I found it really surprising that she could even have the guts to face me again that very morning after what transpired between us the previous night, I still managed a grin as I collected my baby from her.

Of course, it soon became clear though, that a lot have shifted ground between us. Within that very morning alone, I easily noticed the obvious effort the both of us made to avoid too much of each other. She was the less restrained of the two of us though, and did come to me for instructions when she wanted to embark on a chore or task. She even comfortably maintained eye contact while she spoke to me, which I on the other hand, found it painfully difficult to do! Instead, I was always avoiding her eyes and generally steering clear of moments of likely embarrassment. Nobody said a word about the previous night, nonetheless. In fact, we both behaved like it never existed as we in no way really held any casual conversations as such. But that didn’t stop my mind from occasionally straying to the incident and of course facing the same question that had bugged me all night – ‘what now?!’ What was to be the next step? I couldn’t be sure the previous night would never happen again. Who even entertains a S#xual relationship with her housegirl? Who survives such? The lack of respect that will follow; the lack of regard and all. Just a few of the things that would surely fade away now!
Esther had been a good girl but who knows?
Who knows if all these things could just change in an instant with what had just happened? Any sane person would happily pile the entire blame on her at this stage and then use it as a reason for sending her back to her people.

Because you never can tell who she’s going to tell tomorrow. Nothing damaging really happened basically; after all I stopped her when it looked like she was going beyond her boundaries. But that is something just the both of us know. I had a bath, and both of us where in that bathroom together! And I was Unclad; something that can’t be easily explained!
These very three are real facts, the fourth fact about her actually bathing me, was indeed the more dangerous of all! If anyone were to hear that then there was going to be real trouble!
And I haven’t even mentioned Fredrick! I knew it was unlikely, but what if he finds enough evidence to learn about this very incident? What if he gets to know that his wife came close to cheating on him; and with a fellow woman?! Needless explaining what end that would bring!
So the concerns remained. And very plenty, were they! Esther on her part looked barely perturbed. And as she went about her chores with an impeccable level of dexterity, I just couldn’t help but pity my position even more!
Wouldn’t it be sheer wickedness if I sent her packing despite all the good and usefulness she had contributed since she entered my home? Wouldn’t I be paying good with evil if I were to terminate this great chance I had provided her to go back into school? Yes, she was queer. And yes, she did what few or no housemaid would ever dare. But wouldn’t it be at least right to reward her for the good before sending her home if I must? I was hooked! The more I looked at her, the more I got ever troubled. It wasn’t until I managed a nap – after finally doing some baby stuff that ended with Kennedy going to sleep – that a bit of sanity eventually returned to my head! By the time I would wake up, Esther had made us lunch and was already feeding the baby with cereal! I was left speechless, and just had to say thank you as I walked past her to the dinning to eat lunch! With that, there was definitely no way she wasn’t staying!
She was simply too handy to go! I guess that about settled the matter. And I also began suspecting that she did gradually begin learning her lessons too. Because I did watch earnestly as the day quietly ran out, without either of us bringing up the topic of hiring a movie for the coming night! Guess we both now felt we had seen enough, and it did particularly feel like a real lesson learnt on the part of Esther! In fact, not long after we got done with lunch, we had a first real reason to hold an actual chat. She had gone into the kitchen to do the dishes and while doing so, began humming one of the many Shania Twain songs she usually sings at home. It felt so refreshing and brought instant colours to a house that was already looking grim and grey! So much so that I had to begin trying to join her from the living room where I was seated. Of course being not so wonderful myself, I only ended up messing her song up a bit! Thus bringing both of us a very long laughter as we giggled at my terrible voice! And it wasn’t even ending here, because Esther still began making a bigger deal out of the little moment and soon started trying to teach me how to use my voice in order to get the best out of it!