Was a Consultation This Awkward?

I'd been so quietly keeping to myself that I'd almost forgotten, but it had already been two days since Glen arrived.

At last, it was the day of my first treatment.

As usual, I woke Derek, got him dressed, and fed him. Then I decided to use the brief lull in the morning to visit Glen.

Derek insisted that he had to come along, but Lyles showed up bright and early for a housewarming visit and dragged him off to spar. Well, actually, I sent him.

When Lyles heard Derek say he had to be there to watch my treatment, he merely said, “Then I'll come another time,” and tried to dash off.

The way he's been slacking off in his training lately is obvious.

His sides and stomach—the places I grope every night—were still firm and free of an ounce of flab, but people who taste success early often get lazy and fall apart, so I needed to keep him on a short leash.

This kind of care is part of a maid's duty, too. Mm-hmm.

Lost in thought about Derek, I soon reached Glen's room, all the way on the opposite side of the rather large residence.

I knocked, and a voice from inside told me to come in...