Evie left to help with the chores.  She cleared the table and then washed the dishes.  She didn't speak, she knew she was in trouble.  She placed the whites and linens into soak over night and then made sure the cheeses were covered and the jams had their tops replaced.  She swept the kitchen floor, one of the other maids would be washing the floor later, but she was to sweep the kitchen, pantry and scullery before moving upstairs.<br/><br/>Once she was upstairs she stripped the large dining table, and then waxed it, making sure to leave it shining.  She knew Mr. Hawkins would hear of any mistakes she made and she didn't want to make anymore tonight.  The chairs were all pushed under and the side board was cleared and again waxed.  She then drew the heavy curtains and snuffed all the candles before she pulled the doors closed.  The maids would ready it for breakfast in the morning.<br/><br/>She checked the sitting rooms and library, but the family were still around.  The maids on later rounds would make sure those rooms were closed for the night.  She was on early in the morning.  She made sure everything was done and then she made her way to Mr. Hawkins room.  She hated and loved this room.  She had felt such pain here, but also such pleasure.  She stepped in and lit the candles, stoking the fire and watching the room come to light with the dancing amber glow.  She then drew the heavy drapes.  Undressing didn't take long.  Maid slaves wore no underwear.  They were not allowed too.  She removed her dress and apron, hanging them neatly.  Then she removed her stockings and heavy shoes.  She made sure her clothes were tidy.<br/><br/>The chain was attached to Mr. Hawkins bed and she slipped the cuff around her ankle and stood then.  She placed her hands on her head, elbows out and waited.  She knew he would leave her, enjoying her sense of anxious anticipation...wondering what he had planned for her.  She knew it was going to hurt.<br/><br/>[posted in Hawkins room as well]