"I hate it when the Mistress goes traveling," said Tara as she brushed out her long black hair. "It seems like it always takes forever for her to come to bed."
"At least you get to share a bed with her," said Fifi, inspecting her face in the mirror for flaws no human eye could see. "The rest of us, alas, have to sleep alone."
"Speak for yourself, Fifi," said Brunhilde as she flexed her arm muscles. "It's not my fault you show no imagination when it comes to choosing your bed-partners."
"Well, true," said Fifi. "Still -- Wait a minute!"
"What?" asked Brunhilde.
"Did you hear that?" asked Fifi.
"Hear what?" asked Tara and Brunhilde.
"There's someone else in this bed," said Fifi.
"Well, of course there is," said Tara. "There's Miss Storm."
"No, besides Miss Storm," said Fifi. "There's --"
"Quiet, Fifi," said a voice from under the covers. "If there's someone else here, I'll soon sort it out."
For a long moment, the three maids stayed silent while the fourth maid -- Miss Storm -- listened for something.
Then suddenly...
There was a smacking sound.
Followed by the sound of a quick thud.
"Okay, girls," said Miss Storm. "Whoever it is, is **** now. I don't know how he got in here without a tarnkappe but he's definitely a he. Go ahead and carry him out, Brunhilde. Leave him in the corridor for the porters to deal with."
"God bless you, Miss Storm," said Tara. "I don't know how you did it but I'm glad you did."
"Oh, it weren't nothing," said Miss Storm. "And please. Don't be so formal. Call me Susan, not Miss Storm. And be grateful that peeping Tom wasn't around when my brother Johnny was visiting. Now that would have been a real mess."
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