Leave it with me

"Oh thank you. Thank you for taking this seriously. I was worried that you might dismiss this as silly. I'll go take a bath while you make the arrangements."

Miss Summer stood up, and I realised that I was sat at our dining room table. She had been sat on the edge of the table next to me. I received a quick kiss to the top of my head and she left to enjoy a bath.

I went into management mode: Did I know any lawyers? Did I know any actors that could convincingly pretend to be a lawyer? Maybe Mistress F had a lawyer? (Of course she did ─ it's the sort of thing she would have sorted.)

I picked up my phone and entered the passcode to unlock the app that I used to message Mistress F.

"Miss Summer thinks that she should retain a lawyer before meeting you. Do you have a lawyer that we can use?"

I took a deep breath. I felt calmer already. Mistress F always knew what to do, what was best. My phone was set to make no noise when her reply arrived. (It meant that I had to be diligent and check for her messages as often as possible.)

"It would be unethical to use any of my lawyers. Tell her that you have arranged for an associate from Janus, Morpheus, and Reve, to take the case as a pro-bono, (that means free) introduction. I will have them send you a confirmation message that you can show to her. The meeting is 17h45 tomorrow evening, at my office. Don't be late."

I closed the Signal app. I was right to trust Mistress F! She was always in control. I put my phone down and went to pass on the update.

I knocked on the closed bath room door.

"What is it?" Miss Summer asked, presuming that it was me.

"I found a lawyer that will take the meeting as an introductory offer."

"Wonderful!"

"And I also arranged the meeting for tomorrow evening."

"You have been busy! I haven't even finished washing."

I felt a pang of sadness, remembering when we used to shower together. I stuffed that down inside and said, "I'll go and make dinner."

"Thank you darling. I'll be with you when the water starts to get cold."

As I passed the dining room table my phone buzzed. I picked it up and unlocked it with my swipe in the shape of an S, (for ****) that I told my wife was just my initial.

I had an email from a law firm confirming that to demonstrate their skills, with the hope that we would use them for all of our future legal needs, a senior member of their staff would meet us at {Mistress F} pretend day-job office to provide council.

Everything was set. I made a mushroom risotto, because Mistress F had forbidden me from tasting any flesh that wasn't female. (With packaged meat, I couldn't risk breaking that rule.)