The sound of the car pulling in to the driveway alerted Madison that someone was home, most likely the owner of the panties and toy that were haphazardly buried within the contents of the cardboard box.  Through the windows, she could see it was a woman, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know it was Jacob's wife.  Quietly Maddy pulled her skirt down somewhat and buttoned up another button on her shirt.  It wouldn't do good to make it seem as if she was the neighborhood slut, even if she was behind closed doors.<br/><br/>She made a quick check to ensure the box was the exact way she left it earlier.  It was another quality of Madison that just couldn't be ignored.  She was the absolute best at deceiving and making sure everything seemed normal.  That was the story of her life with her brother.  No one knew the truth behind their unique and taboo relationship, and if they did, it was clear that they would at least be run out of town with blackened, disgraced names and identities.  It was relatively simpler when they were back home, hiding their relationship from only their parents.  Now that they were out in the open, it was hard enough to hide the somewhat familiar resemblance between the two of them.<br/><br/>Cathrine's playful and joking demeanor as she entered the room put Madison at ease slightly.  It would not do good to start off on the wrong, awkward foot, she reasoned.  Although socially deviant, Maddy at least wanted to fit in somewhat with people in regular society, when she was allowed out.  With a smile and soft laugh, she extended her hand out to Cat as she stood up from the covered couch.  "Hey there...  I'm Madison from next door..." She said warmly.<br/><br/>Before another word could be spoken, the sound of her phone going off in her purse could be heard.  Quickly she grasped it before shooting Catherine an apologetic look.  "I'm so sorry, I have to take this..." She said with a hint of embarrassment at interrupting the introductions to take the phone call from her husband.  If it was one thing she didn't want to do, it was to make Malcolm wait on her.<br/><br/>With her phone and purse in hand, she quietly stepped out onto the front lawn of her neighbor's house to answer the all important phone call.  Ever the obedient and well-trained slave, she waited patiently before speaking.  It was never good, nor prudent, to interrupt her master and lover and brother.  "I can't wait for you to come home, Sir...  The house is very clean, as per your orders.  I haven't gotten around to drinking my special Tea today.  I thought it would be better to wait for you to come home so that you can make sure I get it all down."<br/><br/>"I'm at our neighbor's house now.  They're quite an interesting couple.  I think you would like them...  I'll invite them over for lunch if you'd like."  Again, ever the clever and patient deceiver, she never once allowed anyone if they were listening in know the true nature of their conversation.