No he’s not comfortable with what she’s suggesting, as well a bad memory comes back once his bath is done

Johnny with his fist balled up, and a uncomfortable look on his face firmly shakes his head no.

“I’m sorry, but what your suggesting it’s just too weird.” Johnny speaks in soft tone.

Though Grace can sense the boys resolve despite his meek demeanor, it clear to her that he’s made up his mind on the issue.

“Alright, if that’s what you wish I respect your decision.” Grace says her not pushing the boy any further.

Despite the potential mess, and consequences, Grace isn’t about to pressure the boy into letting her masturbate him. Her most definitely not about to tread down the ungentlewomanly, and immoral path of badgering a young lad into doing anything sexual against his will. She’ll just have to double her efforts to insure there is no incident if he does make a mess again. Probably have manual wash the sheets in fabric bleach to make sure there aren’t any traces left of seman.

Though that may seem slightly excessive, ever since the scandal of Stella’s third cousin twice removed the head matriarch made it quite clear the family were to throughly clean up after themselves when ever they decided they want to let of some steam in public.

Grace remembering that incident shakes her head, that day the whole family was in complete uproar as the news got out. Where did a reporter get the disgusting idea of sneaking into a hotel room with a black light anyways, and did they really have to put such graphic images on the front page of their tabloid?

Poor, poor, cousin Brooklyn even if inviting multiple lads of the night to a hotel room for some fun wasn’t very high class, her basically being banished from the family felt always felt a bit hash to Grace.

Still much as cleaning up ejeculate isn’t the most dignified of jobs for a butler Grace has been tasked with more daunting challenges when it comes to preserving her Lady Stella, and the QUEEN’s family name. Some extra laundry really isn’t such a big deal in the grand scheme of things.

For now though she’ll keep her attention to cleaning the young man in front of her. Returning back to washing, the rest of Johnny’s bath is a wordless endeavor. With Grace diligently going about her work while Johnny simple sits, and tries his best to cooperate moving, and shifting when Grace tries to scrub a hard to reach spot on his body. It only takes a few minutes but soon Grace has Johnny completely clean, the boy not even soaking long enough to get all wrinkly.

After that Johnny is helped back to his feet, and stands dripping on the tile floor while Grace then dries him with a near by towel. Her again using the dabbing technique the scabbed area on his skin to not make him bleed. Now longer wet she then reapplies a packet of bandaids over his scabs. The bandaids having decorations on them, which Grace specifically choose.

Her logic being that if Johnny is **** to have these on he probably appreciate them being cute, and eye catching rather then dull and boring. This particular box having small prints of flowers on the bandaids which really contrast well with Johnny’s body. The scatter splash of exotic colors really complementing his light beige skin. Johnny himself noting how the bandages give his naked form a bright cheery aura.

The sight of his reflection in the mirror with this unique chic style reminds himself of those photos Ashlyn took of him. This sort is lewd creative aesthetic seeming like it might be something right up that flamboyant women’s alley. His train of thought then going to that offer Ashlyn gave him... Did she really think he had such a good body? Like model worthy?

“That’s the last one, come time to get dressed I think we have kept Lady Stella waiting long enough.” Says Grace stopping where ever that

Done with that she leads him out of the bath room, and leaves him standing by the bed for a second to retrieve the outfit she has prepared for him to day. Looking over Grace’s shoulder as she pulls out clothes from the dresser by the far wall Johnny frowns.

Again Grace has put together another boyish outfit though it isn’t as bad last time admittedly. No crop top this time, yet the long sleeve shirt in it’s stead is hot pink with a stylized flower on the front. The skirt form yesterday has also been forgone for a pair of bright red leggings that are made of a fabric that shimmers ever so slightly.

Lastly is the underwear, and bra though those two items are mostly uninteresting to Johnny though. Them being just a pair of plain white panties, and a standard white spaghetti strap bralette. Not that even that matters as despite being seen in his small clothes by Grace two days in a row, he wasn’t about to make a habit of flashing people his undergarment.

“I’ll tell the staff to take your old clothes the laundry-well the ones which you didn’t wear to bed last night.” Grace says, a sting of embarrassment striking Johnny through the chest as she harkens back to last night’s ‘incident’.

Johnny then perks up as he sees Grace folding the outfit he wore yesterday. Him partially taking notice as he sees her start to fold up his jean jacket.

“H-hey your not sending that out are you??!” Johnny exclaims, as he quickly races over and snatches the jacket from Grace’s hands.

The ebony butler does a quick double take as she looks from her hands where the jacket just was to Johnny’s hand where it now rests. She looks a little taken a back as second, her surprised to see Johnny doing something so assertive. Grace raises a curious eye brow at him. Then she squints her eyes, focusing on Johnny as if studying him for some sort of visible indication of the reason sudden change in his behavior. After a second or two Grace’s face lights up, and a look of realization comes over her. Believing she’s figured his shift in attitude.

“I’ve already taken the money you have out of the jacket, you needint have to worry about your pocket change going through the wash.”

Johnny shakes his head.

“No that’s not what I care about.” He exclaims, an emotional expression on his face as he clutches the jacket to his chest.

“Then why did...” Grace stops, her not needing to ask that question as witnesses the intensity in Johnny’s eyes.

His left foot slide back as he takes what almost looks like a defensive stance. The tightness in which her grips the Jean jacket with his one good hand. Arm wrapping around most of it while he turns his body to the right in order to shield the article of clothing from Grace’s gaze. The sight of the boy reminds Grace of an alley cat warding s some one off from its territory. A fierceness swirling around Johnny like raised feline back, or extend cat claws.

“I see... so that jacket is special to you...” Says Grace in gentle voice, her trying to set a tone of understanding as she speaks.

Johnny gives a small nod jacket still clutched into his chest as stays firm in is stance, not yet dropping his guard. She doesn’t know what this means to him. The past behind this thing. Roots warp around Johnny’s legs. Sound of rotten wood groaning and creaking echos in his ears as he feels the roughness cooling around him. Dust fills his nostrils, and it becomes hard to breathe.

The overwhelming sent of dry dirt, and powered makes his skin start to burn as he feels the hot sun beatind down against his bare back. No no no no, he’s not their, he’s long gone it’s been years he escaped that place longs ago. Johnny **** to remind himself of that fact Johnny brings the jean coat up to his nose, and takes deep whiff of it.

The smell reminds him of that person. That one who helped him. He closes his eyes trying to focus on the memory of them. Their voice, what they looked liked, their caring arms cradling him. Seeing the change in Johnny Grace picks up that situation has suddenly turned a lot more serious. While she isn’t sure on the details she can tell Johnny is a million miles away right now. That he’s being dragged back to some terrible place in the past. Yet the way the boy still holds to that jacket, Grace deduces that there is something soothing about to to Johnny. There is a comfort in its presence, and if she’s to help the boy she should encourage him to lean into that comfort.

“Did some one give that to you do you remember them?” Grace asks her attempting to keep Johnny’s thoughts directed on the coat.

Johnny nods again his jaw clenched as he desperately tries to fight away the dark place. To run back into that persons arms arms like he did years ago. Their face he can see it again, that warm smile. It’s okay they are here it’s all okay.

“Did they help you, were they special to you?” Grace asks again pushing the boys thoughts to zero in on this person.

Johnny gives another nod this time more vigorously. The air becomes clean as he can as them clearly now. The sweltering sun dims into a gentle warmth. The roots confining him to the floor crack, and splitter before finally crumbling away. The illusion conjured by his mind fading out of existence. He can see them now, they are smiling, no laughing, and he’s laugh to, he remembers the times when he would laughing with them.

This happy memory envelopes the boy’s mind him giving the Jean coat a hug as he finally drops his defensive stance. Seeing this Grace breathes a sigh of relief, her thankful that Johnny seems to been pulled out of what ever mental spell had taken hold of him. Still the butler remains a bit on edge, while Grace thinks she has a rough idea of what just happened, not knowing completely what’s going on isn’t exactly an optimal situation.

This is twice, now that Johnny has had one of these sort of episodes. Clearly the boy is not well, something is plaguing his mental state. Wether it be trauma, or the result of some sort of head injury it’s clear she, and Stella can’t in good conscious just ignore this. They need to get him some professional help.

Of course whisking the boy off to psychiatrist or hospital right now after such an ordeal doesn’t seem like the right move. It might just end up causing more distress, and setting him off again. So not wanting to cause the boy any more grief Grace opts to put tackling this issue on the back burner for now. It will certainly be something and just try to carry on causally with Johnny. He seems stable enough now so drawing his attention away from this whole ordeal might be the best way to help him right now.