The next morning

The next morning I wake up to a knock on my door, and I look over to see Millie coming into my room carrying a breakfast tray in her hands.

She is all smiles, and dressed in a pair of tiny daisy dukes and a very tight white shirt.

"Good morning handsome." She says as she places the breakfast tray in my lap, then gently strokes my thigh, but not in a way that feels sexual.

I start eating my eggs, and Millie sits there watching me for a while, then says:

"Matt?"

I look at her, but don't say anything as my mouth is full of eggs. Millie continues to talk:

"Matt, I just wanted to say thank you for our talk last night, and what happened after our talk, if you know what I mean?"

I nod, still chewing on my eggs. Millie continues:

"Well, those urges of mine, and maybe of your's too, well, I feel I can control them now."

Then she leans over me, kisses me on the cheek, and says:

"I'll leave you in peace to eat your breakfast. I'll be out back when you are finished."

Then she practically skips out of my room, and I sit there with my mouth halfway full of eggs, feeling even more confused now.