Ms Thompson enter the house

As the mother nodded, Ms. Thompson's grip on her wrist relaxed, and she gestured towards the front door. "Shall we, ma'am?" she asked, her voice still low and soothing. The mother felt a surge of relief wash over her as she turned towards the door, her bladder protesting the delay. She quickened her pace, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she led Ms. Thompson into the house.

As they entered the foyer, the mother's eyes darted towards the staircase, her mind fixed on the bathroom upstairs. But Ms. Thompson's gentle tug on her wrist redirected her attention.

The mother hesitated for a moment, torn between her urgent need to use the restroom and her desire to see Ms. Thompson off. "Of course," she said, turning to face Ms. Thompson. "Let me just show you where you'll be staying."

Ms. Thompson smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I can't wait to get started, ma'am," she said, her voice still low and soothing.

The mother led Ms. Thompson up the stairs, her bladder protesting with every step. When they reached the top, she turned to the left and walked down the hallway, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.