JDR"T'ang Junzi"( Mf cheat )[

     Pear Blossom dashed through the dusk and into the bathhouse carrying a 
load of wood with three towels on top.  She hung up the two fine towels and 
put the sticks near the stove.  Then she doffed her clothes before turning 
toward the bath.

     "Master Wang," she gasped.  She tried to cover herself with the 
slight, threadbare, cloth in her hand.  Finally she covered her groin with 
the cloth and her tiny breasts with an arm.  "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know 
that you were here."

     "And you were trying to sneak a bath before your betters."  Wang, 
concerned about maintaining order in his household, tried to sound angrier 
than he was.

     "Mistress Lee told me to drain the water and refill the tub.  I was 
going to bathe in the old water.  Please, sir."  

     "And those towels?"

     "I was told to bring them.  I have this for myself."  By holding out 
the rag in her hand, she uncovered her groin.  The few wisps of hair 
covering her mound distracted him from examining the cloth.

     "You don't propose to use that rag on your master do you?" he asked.

     "No, Master Wang."

     "Then fetch the other towels and dry me off."  Pear Blossom dried his 
face and his neck and shoulders.  As she approached his waist, part of him 
rose to meet her.  Fearful, she dropped to her knees and started rubbing 
from the ankles.  This only brought her face close to his maleness.  
Finally, she patted the scepter and purse.

     In response to that sight and feel, the tips of her breasts reddened 
and swelled until they felt larger than the thrush-egg size of the breasts 
themselves.  She shivered, but the one square inch felt as though it were 
sweating heavily.

     Wang was undismayed by his own reaction.  Using this particular 
possession right now would be neither politic nor urbane, but his desire 
was acceptable.  Her reaction was more intriguing.  He stroked the swelling 
breast.  "You knew that I was in here all the time, didn't you?"

     "No, Master.  Aiee!"  She shouted at the hard pinch on her nipple.  
"Yes, Master.  I was curious."

     "You wanted to be seen as well as to see.  I've never had you.  Has 
another?"

     "No, Master Wang, no-one!"

     "I'll see about that.  Let me check that your door is still locked."  
She spread her legs for his searching hand.  "It's still locked but someone 
has been oiling the hinges.  I have an appointment with Mistress Lee 
tonight.  I'll ask her to have you sent to my bedroom in two days."  Pear 
Blossom gasped at this statement.

     "Don't worry.  You'll have a nice gift the next morning," he said in 
parting.

     "But not," Pear Blossom thought to herself, "as nice a gift as Madame 
Lee promised me for delaying her husband so she could sneak her lover 
away."