A light tapping sounded at Jason’s door. When no one answered, a few moments later the door quietly creaked open and Pamela tiptoed into the room. “Young Master? Are you awake?” Laid on his bed, arm draped lazily across his eyes, Jason didn’t respond. “Asleep already.” Laughing very quietly, Pam eased over and gently rubbed the hair away from his round, chubby cheeks.
Placing a hand on his forehead, Pam felt for his temperature like she’d been taught to. Not sensing any irregular hotness or coldness, she pulled a small notepad from the apron pocket on her maid’s uniform and scribbled a few notes in it before tucking it back away and out of sight. Sighing deeply, she tisked a few times to herself softly as she stared down at Jason’s sleeping form. Passed out wearing his school uniform once again, Jason was sleeping deeply. Not bothering to even try to wake him, Pam softly tiptoed back out of the room.
A few moments later, she eased back in, closely followed by her grandmother. Neither Pam or Penny said anything – all it took was a few gentle nods for each of them to know what the other was going to do and assist them – as they worked harmoniously together to unbutton Jason’s clothes and strip him. Pants, shirt, even socks were fair game – by the time the two of them had finished, only his blue boxers were safe from their hands. Working together, the two eased the blankets down on the bed a corner at a time, until they worked them past his ankles and could tuck him in.
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Penny checked his forehead for herself, before nodding slightly in satisfaction, and then quietly creeping out of the room, leaving Pam behind all alone.
After waiting and watching for her grandmother to fully leave, Pam started to slowly pick up the room and get everything ready for the next morning. A fresh pair of pants, underwear, socks, and shirt were pulled out from drawers and neatly stacked on top of the dresser. Shoes were picked up from the floor and wiped clean, then stacked neatly together beside the clothes. The tray with the leftover meal from earlier was picked up and any stray crumbs were wiped up or picked up and placed on the tray to be disposed of on the way out.
Glancing around to see if she missed anything, Pam gathered up the clothes her and her grandmother had just taken off Jason and tucked them tightly under her left arm to take down to the laundry later. Grabbing the tray in her right hand, she turned, started to the door the same way she did nearly every evening, and then stopped after a few steps.
Glancing first towards the door, and then back towards the bed, Pam struggled for a moment in obvious indecision. Shaking her head to fight off temptation, she resolutely marched out the door without looking back.
A few moments later, she quietly dashed back in and grabbed up the VRIG helmet in her right hand and rushed guiltily out of the room.