I was so pleased to see Rose. I gave her a giant nice hug and I spoke to her about how really pretty and nice she really looked. The rain came down even harder and I tried to stay dry but it was ever so cold and I couldn't stop shivering as my legs got colder and colder. I watched Rose disappear into the mist on her way to her workout. It was a little naughty but I giggled as I thought of how she would have to deal with her trainers huge fat cock. Her ass bounced and swayed as she walked out of sight.

As I huddled out of the way, Ms. Janice appeared grinning. "Ahh, sweetie...come here." I got up slowly and walked towards her. The rain had pushed my hair very flat and I was shivering as I stood in front of Ms. Janice. She looked at me and grinned, "You're cold and tired now aren't you?" I nodded and she spoke again, "Well then, think about this as you take your top off....imagine how harsh it would be on the streets for you. Now strip."

With cold fingers I pulled my top off and then fumbled at my bra to expose my boobs to the cold wind and rain. The icy water ran down them and made the nipples rigid. I tried not to shiver but my teeth chattered and my legs shook in the horrible cold. Very slowly Ms. Janice opened a plastic bag she was carrying. She passed me a bright pink top and another huge warm fleece along with dry sweatpants. I dressed slowly and began to warm up as Ms. Janice spoke up again, "Remember sweetie if you fail..you'll be out of here and sold on." The lightning flashed as she spoke and the black clouds seemed to roll around her. I finally realised that for all Ms. Nora's venom and physical power, Ms. Janice was in fact totally, utterly, silently lethal. I gritted my teeth and fought not to be sick. I wished Rose was with me.

With a smile she said, "Now then, run along to your room and relax. Don't worry about Rose. She'll be fine." I cringed as Ms. Janice gently patted me on the arm. "Now relax and get along." I hurried head down, along the path, blood pounding as I glanced back at her. Ms. Janice in her long, heavy black and red, coat seemed to be utterly harsh and terrifying as she stood unmoved by the force of rain and the violence of the thunder and lightning. I raced along the path as the rain pounded down, praying for the kitchen door to be unlocked.