Into the kitchen.

The door shrikes a little and Michelle freezes. Has Frank heard it ? ... No... Nothing.
Carefully she opens the kitchen door and slipped into the cool aired room.
Here in the cool air she remarks that her head feels hot. Michelle put her fingertips at her forehead but feels nothing. Normal temperature. But she feels so heated. Her whole body feels hot.

She tries to remember. What was she looking for, in the kitchen ?...Oh ... yeah ... there is an apron somewhere. With this she will feel herself not so naked. She looked around. Where was it ? Where is this stupid thing ?
There. Behind the desk, at the sink. Michelle sneaked around the desk ... why? Why is she sneaking in her own house like a stranger ? Would it be so bad if Frank came in and sees her ?
If Frank would come in and take a look on her, wouldn't he be aroused ? Couldn´t it be a nice idea to tease him with her nice little ass ?
There is a carrot lying on the table. Funny where it comes from ? There was nothing in the fridge. Now...
Michelle looks at it. It is big and long. If she would get it and used it like a cock, when she dances before Frank, wouldn´t he get horny too? If he imagined how it must feel if his little wifey licks his gorgeous cock instead of this vegetable.
And wouldn't he like to stick his pole in her snatch ?... perhaps ...
Michelle shook her head. What was this for a silly fantasy ? She gives herself a slap in the face.
My ... this clears her thoughts. With a rush she tries to get the apron but it falls to earth.
Unnoticed by her there are two burning eyes in the bushes that watch hungry through the glass of the garden door for her lovely ass when she bent over to lift the apron. She wears this flimsy piece of fabric and has a short moment the vision of herself, wearing a french maids dress and wait, still standing for a command from Frank. It would be so satisfying to do what he wishes, if it was an command that brings her close to his rigid cock. She would be happy to obey every of his wishes.
What the hell she is thinking again ? ... She had other problems. This dammit door, upstairs.
With a sudden rush of energy she went to the fridge and gets an ice cube from the freezer. She rubs it against her forehead.
Mmmh, nice ... this will do for a while. First she must find a way to open this door. Hadn´t Frank a screwdriver in his room, upstairs ? Now, - Michelle is looking funny in the things she wears. She would go nuts if Frank would see her so. No, - she wants to open this door by herself, without him seeing her so. Why to risk any questions about her look, because - when she should explain this, what should she say ?
No ! Michelle would get that screwdriver and then open the door with it. The door will be jammed and a little work with the tool will fix it. She must not bother Frank with this.
This idea sounds good to Michelles dizzy mind : Sneak upstairs to Franks room and get the screwdriver.