The doorbell rang and Monic smiled. She made her way to the door and upon opening it, discovered Vanessa standing there. She stepped aside and smiled again. "You must be Vanessa. Do come it." Monic smiled, but her mind was reeling,<i>She's so cute!</i>she thought. But suddenly she recalled,<i>I didn't even check out her site. Damn it I probably haven't a thing in common with her. Stupid Monax! Stupid!</i>Monic closed the door behind Vanessa and once again began the guided tour. "So um, parker, huh?" she muttered, "You're pretty active then. That's good. Electrician, though? Where'd you do your apprenticeship?" Monic tried to make good conversation. A lot of the time she got lumped in as, 'one of the guys', her feminine curves notwithstanding.<br/><br/>She touched down on the main area, living room, washer room, office, basement, kitchen, and then finally led Vanessa up the stairs. She wanted to get the boring part over with so she could get to know Vanessa. To Monic's discredit her mind had been wandering. Max' reserved qualities had caused her to wonder what such a boy would be like in bed. It was an absurd notion, and he probably wouldn't want anything of it, she thought, yet she'd always wondered about doing the 'Dominatrix' thing, and had begun speculating what she might do to him under such circumstances– purely speculation of course.<i>Say my name, Max. "Mnmig" he sputtered through the cloth gag.</i>Monic shivered. Why was she fantasizing about this? She looked at Vanessa as they neared the top of the stairs, and suddenly her mind flooded with entirely new speculations involving Vanessa. She rid her mind of the ideas. Suddenly it was both Max and Vanessa. Again she pushed it away. This time, they didn't come back. She smiled at Vanessa. "Well um… that's the house I guess. If you have any questions…"