As soon as the young lady rang the intercom, Charles returned and escorted her down to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Molly wiped her hands on her apron and curtsied, "and you must be the young lady, Faythe? I am Molly and this is my kitchen. The Madame is not the boss here, I am."<br/><br/>Charles laughed to smooth the obviously caustic comment Molly had made. "Oh and who is your boss, my little honey pie?" he said with a slap to her plump ass.<br/><br/>"Oh you devil, you are dearie," she blushed.<br/><br/>Molly brought out a steaming pie and set it at the table, "would you enjoy wine, dear?"