Alice's sister, Janine!

“Hi, Janine,” Alice said. “This… gentleman was… very enthusiastic.”

“What the hell does that mean? And what the hell is that all over your face?”

“Hi, Janine,” Francis said, eyeballing the pale redhead. “It’s cum. Do you know what that is?”

“No,” the redhead said, her green eyes wide. “What is it?”

Francis glanced at Alice and said, “Do you know what cum is?”

“Now I do,” she said softly, lowering her head.

“Where did you go to high school at? St. Mary’s Academy For Girls?” Francis blurted.

“Of course not,” Janine snapped. “We’re not Catholic. We’re barely even Agnostic.”

“Where did you go to school then?” Francis said, a confusion reigning on his face.

“We didn’t,” Janine said crossly, her hands on her hips. “Our mother taught us.”

Apparently not everything, Francis thought. Suddenly, a light bulb popped on in his head, as it did on rare occasions. He could say he was a tutor, hired by their mother to… further their education. Francis smiled brightly.

“Well, Janine,” he said. “You have a lot more to learn, which is why your mother hired me to tutor you, and your sister if she is willing, in my… area of expertise.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Francis saw Alice about to speak.

“You will speak when spoken to Alice,” he snapped, smiling at her shocked face.

Suddenly, they heard the door slam shut. Francis turned and saw the bitch carrying the shopping bags in her arms, her face red with humiliation and lust.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Janine asked, stepping towards her.

“She’s okay,” Francis said, grasping the redhead’s arm. “As per… the terms of my engagement, your mother has rules to follow as well.”

The bitch looked at him, her mouth open in shock, wondering what the hell was going on.

“Don’t just stand there,” Francis said. “Put those bags away. And Alice, why don’t you go clean up and change, perhaps into something you purchased.”

Alice and her mother scampered off, leaving Francis alone with Janine. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he asked, “How old are you Janine?”

“Eighteen,” she answered, a wide grin on her face. “So what are you going to teach us? How to walk around without a shirt on?”

I’m going to have fun with this one, Francis thought.