The silence after Lena leaves for school is so heavy. I fill it with the smell of bleach and lemons, the only order I can control. But sometimes, when I'm polishing the silver in that big, empty house, my mind wanders. I remember the feel of rough stubble against my inner thigh, the way a man's fingers dig into my hips when he's trying to hold on. The choked-off groan he makes when I clench my pussy around him, tight as a fist, taking every inch until he's spent. It's not about love. It's about power. In those moments, with his cum dripping down my leg, I'm not just a maid. I'm a force of nature. And that power pays for violin lessons.