Make her breakfast

Feeling broken and without much of a choice you go and make Mrs Johnson for fear of upsetting her.

Ask your in the kitchen you hear her shout from the living room, 'Whilst your in their make me some breakfast, I want a Spanish omlette and it better be good bitch'.

You spend the next 20 minutes crafting the best breakfast within your limited culinary ability and make Mrs Johnson her coffee.

You place the breakfast on a tray and take it to her.

Mrs Johnson is sat in the living room in her satin dressing gown looking at you with an evil smile.

'As you can see **** I haven't got anything to eat off'

You gesture to the tray.

'Good try **** but that will merely hold the food what am I am meant to place it on, unless you haven't noticed I haven't got a coffee table, but I do have you. Now get on all fours so I can enjoy the fruits of your labour'.

Doing as your told you hand the tray to Mrs Johnson and get on all fours.

This was humiliating, why was this happening, this was only the second day and your mother isn't due back for several more day.

'Oh **** by the way your mother called she said she wasn't going to be back until new years which means we get to continue to play our game until you go back to college.

Your heart sinks, your not sure you can keep this up until then.