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Steven questioned her when she claimed to be done, not putting it past her to lie to him. But when he looked at the time, he realized they didn't have too much time to spare. "All right then" he replied, "hop on out of there, and let's get you dressed." Helping her out of the tub, Steven dried her off with the towel, rubbing and massaging her naked body around and around until her smooth naked form was completely dried. He started by sliding the still-wet diaper between her legs and tapering it shut around her waist. He even taunted her a bit by cupping the wet crotch of her diaper to remind of her how much she used it. After washing his hands, he pulled her skirt up her feet and legs for her, then zipped it up. Then he grabbed the blouse and guided her hands and arms through it before buttoning it up one button at a time. "Now what do you say to Daddy who was nice enough to dress you for you?" he asked her in that domineering 'daddy tone' of his.

Steven gave her stern looks every time she protested and talked back to him. "You keep this attitude up, Baby, and maybe we'll one of our coworkers in on the secret of your diapers when we get to work today, would you like that?" he threatened, reminding her the position and predicament she's in. He handed her the bar of soap, "You get started, I'm gonna go put a lunch together," he told her, walking away and out of the bathroom. Heading to the kitchen, Steven put together a sandwich, some juice, a brownie. He walked over to the door to the house and as expected, the overnight delivery of some of the supplies he ordered the previous night had arrived swiftly. Among them were diuretics, laxatives, and muscle relaxers. Steven then tainted the juice with the diuretics, the brownie with laxatives, and the sandwich with muscle relaxers. Coming back from lunch time, Kayla would not only desperately need the bathroom, but with the muscle relaxers, her body would not only struggle to hold it in, but would feel blissful as it let go into her diaper. He put together a similar lunch for himself, only sans drugs of course. Steven returned to the bathroom. "Okay, I let you bathe yourself for a bit, how much did you get done?" he asked her, prepared to help her with the rest.

Steven carried her off to the bathroom. Setting her down on her feet and raising her arms high in the air, he undid her bra in the back and pulled it up over her head and outstretched arms revealing her breasts to him once again. He then reached for the diaper. "Uh oh, Baby go potty again? Surprised you didn't make it to the bathroom in time. No matter, it's not like you're allowed to use the toilet anymore. Probably for the best you didn't make it in time," he chuckled, undoing her diaper and sliding it down and away from her thighs. "Into the bathtub, Little Lady," he commanded, taking her by the hand and walking her into the tub as the water filled it up. "You like going potty in your diapey?" he asked, reaching for another pacifier and sticking it in her mouth. This one didn't have the string and strap around it, so this time he was expecting her to obey him without the forceful element of the string keeping it in place.

Steven spent the rest of the evening on his laptop, online shopping for outfits he could pick up in the store tomorrow as well as some supplies. More pacifiers, diapers with more childish patterns or pictures on them, even an IKEA-esque adult-sized crib. With a good chunk of his hiring bonus spent on ways to humiliate Kayla, he decided he had had his sadistic fun for the night and went to bed. The next morning would be eventful. He awoke the next morning, showered, dressed himself in his golf shirt and slacks. Steven walked out into the living room area, realizing that Kayla would no doubt have to wear the same outfit she went to work in the previous day. It would probably be suspicious, but at the same time, should he decide to have fun with her at the office, rumors of them dating might help write off some of it. "Rise and shine, Baby." Steven woke Kayla up and picked her up off the couch into his arms like a newlywed groom and carried her into the bathroom. "All right Baby, it's bath time," he cooed, turning the tub faucet on before helping Kayla out of whatever clothes she had put on the night before.

Steven nodded. "Good." He pulled back from Kayla, giving her some space which she hadn't had in a while. With everything on his phone, he no longer risked anything by leaving her alone, so he was free to not have to watch her every second. "I'm going to go to bed. You can sleep on the couch in the TV area. We'll put a nice fresh diaper on you at the office tomorrow. There should be another couple left in that bag you kindly brought over. For now, your choices are either bottomless, or keep the current diaper on. We only have three diapers, so until we go shopping tomorrow, we have to make the most of these." He grinned, knowing this would've been so much less embarrassing for her had she not planned to get him in those diapers. She'll learn and then some.

Steven set her phone down again and crossed his arms at her. Kayla's attitude would not go away so quickly, it would seem. He leaned over her, reaching for her tied wrists beginning to untie them. "You know the situation you're in. I have a mountain of evidence that could put you not only out of a job but in a jail cell to boot. So no real reason to keep you all tied up, now is there?" And with that she was untied and freed, wearing only a soggy diaper. "Tomorrow morning, we're carpooling to work and going shopping for some more clothes you can wear now that you're a Baby Girl with a Daddy. On your tab of course."

Steven rolled her over on to her side and swatted her diapered butt with a spank after her very indignant response. "You don't get to talk to me like that anymore, I've had enough of you treating me like garbage just because I'm slightly younger and in better graces with your boss." He glared at her as he rolled her back onto her back, letting her lie in her wet diaper for a few moments. "How to punish this insubordination? Hmmm? Should you report to my office for a fresh diaper in the morning? Should I have you ask me for a spanking in front of a coworker?" He pondered the options. Steven reached into the bag Kayla had brought over and found something. He pulled it out and smiled. It was a pacifier. "This'll shut you up." He excused himself from the room for a couple minutes, leaving her briefly. When he returned, the pacifier had what looked like a rubber band tied to it. Steven hovered over Kayla, wrapping the rubber band around the back of her head before slipping the pacifier in her mouth. Even if she tried to spit it out, she wouldn't, not with it tied to the back of her head like a gag. "There we are." With that, he picked up Kayla's phone, snapped another picture of Kayla, and sent it to his phone. He then began typing out another text from Kayla's phone and reading it aloud as he did so, "Look at my titties while I suck on my binky," he looked up from the phone back to her as if to ask her if he should continue typing the text or just send it someone as it is.

Steven looked her in the eyes as she questioned him. Giving her a stern look. "Why not? The more time you waste questioning Daddy, the more time you have to hold it in. Wouldn't it feel better to just...let go? Relax. Feel the pee flow out and release you from your discomfort?" As he filled her head with words that would trigger sensations and urge her to let loose and end her misery, he rolled her back over onto her back. Her naked tits on full display before he crawled over to the middle of the bed, maneuvering over her legs until he was sitting on his calves resting between her legs as he towered over her. "You know you want to, Baby Kayla. You've been needing to go potty since before the spanking you received for being a Bad Girl. Must've been hell holding it in through all that, without so much a dribble of pee escaping. You must be bursting to wee." As he continued, he put his hands on her bent knees and spread her legs wide apart. "Just be a good Baby and use your diaper," he grinned, guiding her legs and knees back together, but only briefly, before spreading them wide apart again. Closed...spread...closed...spread...he would tense her up and force her into a more relaxed position, tense her up, forced relaxation. Again and again in steady motions.

"Will you though?" he probed, his tone accusing her of being incapable of it, rather than refusing. Her being more of a failure than a rebel. "'Jimmy, you'll never guess where I got the money for this super sexy diaper,'" he once again started typing out what he would text their coworker. When she told him she needed to go potty, her choice of words was enough to realize maybe she wasn't just talking. She was starting to talk the talk, but could she walk the walk? With a sigh, Steven cleared the text box and set her phone down. He sat on the side of the bed, leaning over her lying form, running his hand over her cushioned, diapered bottom and giving it a pat. "Okay, Baby. You go potty," he patted her diapered tush again then ran his index and middle fingertips up and down over the cushion crotch of her diaper in sensuous motions. "You're not ready for the Big Girl potty yet, but thankfully, you got your Baby Girl potty right here," he gave her nethers one last rub before pulling his fingertips away. "It's okay, Baby, it's what the diaper is there for, after all." Not only was she wearing the diaper she planned on putting him in, but she was now being forced to use it.

She was still tied to the bed by her wrists, laying on her stomach. He stared her down. "Don't think I didn't notice you stopped counting and complying." Steven explained as he picked up her phone, holding his in his other hand. He had snapped a couple pictures of Kayla in her tied up, diapered predicament on Kayla's phone and sent the pictures to Steven's phone. Holding her phone up, he stood over by the side of the bed and leaned down so she could turn her head and see him. "Who should I send a picture of you in your kinky diaper sexy times?" he asked threateningly, holding her phone as he did so to show that he'd be sending the picture and message himself so it would look like she was willingly showing off her diaper and private sexplay. "Catherine...Jimmy...ooo MOM?" he asked. Wanting her to know he was upset that she didn't obey him, expecting an apology and obviously planning on making her regret it if she didn't apologize soon. "'Hey Jimmy, el-oh-el,'" he read the text he was texting aloud, "don't I look cute? Don't show anyone else at work these pictures, tho, haha, el-oh-el,'" he continued typing out the text, not having sent it yet. The whole time he rubbed her face in it, he was holding off on letting her go to the bathroom. It was clear he wasn't going to untie her or let her be excused until she started accepting the role she would be playing from now on.

"Yes, what?" he demanded, as she forgot the 'daddy.' The spanks continued, each followed by massaging her powdered rump until the heat of the spanks faded into her tormented flesh. Her buns a deep pink as he backed his hand up and slammed his palm down hard, squeezing and fondling afterwards. SMACK! Rubbing...fondling...soothing...SMACK! Rubbing...fondling...soothing. The pattern repeated, alternating between each cheek until he reached the tenth spank. With that, he grabbed the waistline of the opened diaper which rested between her knees at this point and pulled it back up to around her waist, sliding his hands underneath her stomach and redoing the tapers and returning the diaper to its original place. With all the time she was holding her pee in, the diuretic's effects no doubt having begun sometime during the spanking, he knew she wouldn't be able to hold it for long. Assuming of course some hadn't escaped during the spanking. "Baby need to go potty?" he asked her in a domineering tone, knowing the answer but wanting to hear her beg.

Steven hovered over her and rolled her over onto her stomach. With her wrists tied at the head of the bed, this meant she had to cross her arms as she was rolled over, but at least her naked breasts and hard nipples wouldn't be exposed to him anymore. So there was that, right? She felt his hand over the cushioned padding of her diapered bum, massaging her right buttock sensuously around and around, up and down. Giving it a little squeeze. "I'm not gonna lie...this spanking is a long time coming if you ask me. And I'm sure you've gotten nice and comfortable in your new diaper, but it's gonna have to come off for the spanking." Steven slid his hands underneath Kayla's abdomen and undid her diaper before delicately pulling the back half of it down, opening it up until only her front, only her womanhood was cushioned with the diaper as she laid atop the unfolded, sprawled out diaper over the bed and her naked rear was presented to him on a...not silver, but fluffy white platter. "After each spank, I wanna hear you count the spanks, '1 sir' or '2 daddy' so on and so forth. After each fifth spank, you will apologize for quote 'being a bad wittle baby.' You cooperate, I'll stop at ten. You resist or cause any problems, and you'll get more, do I make myself clear?" Her new master ran his hand over her now bare naked buttock, it's smoothness only emphasized further with the recent powdering it received. He squeezed her right buttock sensually, his palm covering most of her buttcheek as his fingers outstretched to fondle most of it before pulling away to give it its first hard smack. It was loud enough to fill the room as his hand crashed down hard with enough impact to make her little butt jiggle slightly and immediately turn a slight shade of pink. His hand moved over to the other cheek, gave it a squeeze, a sensuous rub, then a quick hard swat across it. He massaged her butt afterwards, rubbing the heat of the spank deep into her baby-smooth buns and easing the pain before moving back over to the right cheek and smacking it again. Underhandedly swatting up at the underside of it above the back of her thigh. Rather than alternating back to the left buttock, he underhandedly spanked her right buttock again, then again giving it three spanks in quick succession as he reached a total of five. As he awaited her response, he massaged her buttocks, circulating around and around and around, mushing one cheek against the other and spreading it apart. His thumb rubbed up against her tight little backdoor as his palm and fingers gripped and fondled her butt like it was his property now.

Steven continued pouring the water out slowly, the dribbling water cascading over the leaves and into the soil filling the silence as he stared at her. "Good. Rule #2 is 'What Daddy says, goes. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets.' I tell you how things are going to be, you accept it with a smile, a nod, a 'Yes, Daddy.' I ask Baby for something, you do it happily with a 'Yes, Daddy.'" He laid down the rule, typical 'you do as I say' blackmail routine, but the diapers now having been involved have cemented their inclusion. "Rule #3, and thank you for the idea, is that you will be my Baby Girl. I'll be a good sport and pay for the diapers and such from now on, and in exchange for not making YOU pay for it, you will wear them, you will use them, you will keep them on and be put in them when I say and do so. You wanna stay in this house? Good. You're getting what you wanted. And all it will cost is being a good little girl for Daddy." Steven poured the last of the water out into the plant and set the glass down. He walked over to her and hovered over her lying form. "Now I believe you've earned yourself a spanking..."

Steven crooked his eyebrow at her to challenge her right back. "I am serious. Not only were you stealing company money for your little shopping sprees while everybody else was complaining about their holiday bonuses being skimpy, you planned on putting me in this predicament you're currently in all because the boss let me stay in his house instead of you. If you'd rather, I can call the cops right now?" When she struggled more, he walked over to the potted plant in the corner of the bedroom. Taking a glass of water that he had poured himself not too long ago, he gently tilted the glass and slowly started pouring the water into the soil of the plant. The sound of running water flowing freely and cascading down over the leaves and soil filled the silence of the bedroom as she pleaded to be let go. He continued to ignore her and pour the water until she addressed him correctly. "Already disobeying protocol after only hearing one rule. That's a definite spanking for sure, Little Lady. You mess that up again, and that spanking will be at the office where our coworkers could see it." He warned her, pouring the remaining water knowing that by now she would need to pee and the sound of the flowing water would only make things worse for her.

Her whimpers about going to jail were expected. No doubt she saw herself as someone that would get torn up, even though embezzlers are more known for going to country-club minimum security prisons. But she didn't need to know that. And who knows, maybe she didn't have the kind of money that could bribe her way into one of those. "I'm not gonna let you go now, because that's not what I want to do. From now on, Kayla, you're in no position to make demands. You should be asking me what I want, and asking 'how high' if I tell you to jump. You're going to address me as 'sir' from now on," he instructed, but then took a long look at the diaper and Kayla. "Make that, 'Daddy.' You will call me 'Daddy' from now on. Hell, I'm sure you understand, you would've probably had me call you Mommy had things gone your way. I'm 'Daddy' to you now. I don't care where we are or who's around, if you don't address me as 'Daddy' you will be punished for it. That's rule #1: I am Daddy to you. Do I make myself clear, Baby?"

Steven stood firm and unflinching during her protest. He stared down at her, arms crossed, calm and collected. "Why'd you have adult diapers, rope, and give me a spiked drink, Kayla? Hmm? Or better yet, how long did you think you'd get away with spending company money on stupid crap?" In one fell swoop, he not only interrogated her about what she had planned for him AND let her know he was not messing around and was well aware of something that could not only cost Kayla her job but also get her arrested. It wouldn't be long until the effects of the diuretic would soon be felt. "I should have you arrested, Kayla. Felony embezzlement. That's a long time behind bars. A long time away from your precious stores and malls. You can either do as I say indefinitely, or go to jail. Choice is yours."

(So sorry for the wait, work's been stressful and exhausting.) Steven watched carefully as Kayla smiled and drank her wine, trying to get a feel for what her plan was. He kept looking down at the diaper bag. When Kayla groaned and rubbed her head, he sighed, his suspicions seemingly correct that Kayla was planning on something. Now he'd watch and see through Kayla what she had hoped for him. When she passed out, his eyes widened. "The hell?" He hadn't expected her to want him passed out for whatever her plan was. The hell was she planning? He quickly searched the diaper bag and found...diapers. Maybe she was babysitting later? Wait, rope? He picked up the diapers and realized they were not baby-sized diapers. They were bigger, adult-sized. He didn't want to accept what her plan was at first, but the more he thought about her pet names for him all being about him being a baby, he shook his head. Steven carried Kayla over to the guest bedroom and plopped her down on her back. Furious, Steven reached for Kayla's top and began tugging it upward, pulling it up and up until her arms were lifted into the air to help get her top completely off. He knew he didn't have to go further, but he was mad. He reached around and undid her bra, unclasping it, and sliding it off of her person as quickly as he could. With Kayla naked from the waist up, he reached into the diaper bag and pulled out the rope. He lifted her wrists up to the headboard and found a nice gap that he could wrap the rope around and through, and tied her wrists up above her head through the headboard. Next was the diaper... With her securely kept to the bed, he stepped away and into the bathroom to pace around. What are you doing, Steven? This isn't you. Was she really going to do something like this to him? He had to set an example! But he should be the better person. He should call the cops on her for the money she stole. Steven felt a headache coming on from all the angry thoughts. Reaching into the medicine cabinet he found an unusual drug. It seemed to be an old-fashioned diuretic in the form of a suppository. He snatched up the box and left the bathroom in a huff. Returning to the unconscious form of Kayla, he dug his fingers underneath her bottoms and began tugging them down her thighs and legs, making sure to get underneath her underwear as well and pulling them all down altogether. Kayla was now unconscious and completely naked tied to the bed. He pulled out the diapers she had picked out for him, baby powder, and the suppository. Lifting her legs, he slid the suppository between her buttocks and gently probed her tight little backdoor, slowly and carefully pushing it in her tight tush. With that done, he slid the diaper underneath her thighs and legs, then began to douse her womanly nethers with the baby powder. He rubbed and massaged the baby powder into her skin, making her skin even more creamy and smooth with an angelic smell. By the time he felt her starting to come to, he was just wrapping the diaper up and tapering it shut. He stepped away and stood over her waking form. "This about what you had planned? How close am I?" he taunted, his arms crossed as he towered over her.

Steven rolled his eyes as she continued calling him 'little one,' 'sweetie,' and 'baby.' The fact that she was getting both of them a glass even though he was technically the host and she the guest was beyond suspicious. He was certain she was planning something. He didn't even need to view the security footage. When she came in and set her wine glass down and handed him his, he looked up at her with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry but would you mind fetching some napkins from the kitchen? They're in the top cabinet beside the fridge." She was clearly trying to lull him in and he figured if she wanted her plan to work, she'd have to play along. The second she left him even the slightest bit alone, he swapped the wine glasses, putting the one she handed him in front of where she would be sitting, and the one she planned on drinking herself in front of him. "This wine is so good!" he called out to her as he was switching them, as if he instantly took a sip from the glass she gave him the second she turned around. Just to be safe, he poured half of the wine glass that she reserved for herself into a nearby potted plant. This way he was covered even if she had thought far enough ahead to plan anything too fool-proof. When she would return, half of his wine would be 'drank' already, and the spiked glass would be where she was sitting.

Steven learned to distrust the seductive smile she gave. It always came with a domineering tone and jokes about him being a baby. Sure enough the babysitting joke came and he rolled his eyes. He should've closed the door on her, left her. He should've ignored her. Ignored the doorbell. When he wasn't thinking about how she treated him he was thinking of how she was stealing money from the company. He couldn't let her keep getting away with it, but exactly how to broach the subject? As much as she should be arrested, he didn't want to resort to that. But just telling her so she'll stop annoying him wouldn't be satisfying enough. As he considered his options, he decided to humor her and let her in. Stepping aside, he cautiously agreed to the supposed olive branch. But there was something about her he didn't trust. She didn't just bring the diaper bag out of habit. She had something in there. Little did he know it was just a diaper bag with diapers in it, but he certainly wouldn't expect what she had planned, nor would she expect him. "I can try to put this behind us, but you're gonna have to stop making those jokes, I'm not that much younger than you are. You said it yourself you're 24. I'm not a kid." He tried his best to make demands without being hostile. After all, if she was trying to bury the hatchet, she was at least trying to be mature and that shouldn't be met with hostility. "What kinda wine is it?" he asked, admittedly not knowing much about wine, he watched her closely, still cynical and suspicious.

Steven opened the door and was immediately reassured that the instinct to do the mature thing was foolish. He instantly noticed the bag, the wine, and had several questions. Though refusing to believe this was an apology tour of a visit, Steven didn't want to rudely shoo her away in the event that she did mature and try to do the right thing. "Ms. Thompson," he tried his best to smile as genuinely as he could, "What brings you by here today? With a bag?" he asked, having a bad feeling that the bag signified that she had plans of sticking around. As he awaited an answer he made sure to stand in the way of the gap between the open door and the house to prevent her from just barging in.

Steven's work day the next day was a typical first-week kinda day, being shown around, meeting new people. He was as friendly as he could be, wanting to get off on the right foot with as many people as he could, especially knowing he seemed to get off on the worst one with one of his coworkers already. Though from the people he asked, it seemed he wasn't alone in having an unfavorable opinion of Kayla. Not everyone, but enough had something negative to say if he probed them about her. But his job didn't really interact with hers all that much, so perhaps he had nothing to worry about. That evening, he was actually excited to just relax and enjoy the house, play some video games on the big screen, order a pizza, maybe try out the pool. The whole house was his oyster, and maybe he was limiting himself by just utilizing the TV. He put on his red floral Hawaiian swim trunks and t-shirt, grabbed a towel, and started making his way to the back of the house when the doorbell rang. He wished it wasn't Kayla, he was starting to enjoy his evening, but he couldn't ignore it in case someone important was at the door with a message for Chris Roberts. He sucked it up and went to the door.

Steven grinned confidently as she stammered and denied being distrusted. He rolled his eyes quickly as she misheard 'ma'am' for 'man,' but then chuckled. "Only 24, huh?" he joked with this look as if to say whatever it is you're doing to look younger, it's not working. As she toyed with him and tried getting him worked up, he stared blankly and coldly at her. Unfazed, he turned her back around and walked her through the front door. "You've had a few too many and probably need to go home. I'd recommend walking, but you do what you want, I guess," and with that, he closed the door on her. Effectively having kicked her out of their boss's house, he just wanted to plop down and enjoy some television. When he sat down, however, he couldn't enjoy what he was watching. His encounter with Kayla left too much of a bad taste in his mouth. He refused to believe the company he worked for would hire her for anything, trust her with any responsibility. What would someone see in someone like that? Steven pulled out his laptop, entered his company username and password on the company website, then began debugging a lot of the software looking for anything he could find on company staff. After about thirty minutes of looking through code to see exactly what it was Kayla Thompson did, her name came up in numerous instances in another section of the company's database: Account Activity. Was she someone that bought supplies the company used? Took clients to dinner? How could she have so much of the company's money withdrawn and transferred to her? High end clothing stores, fancy restaurants, expensive theater tickets. Dinners for one. Single show tickets. She wasn't taking anybody with her. She was going by herself. She was spending company money on stuff just for her. And quite a lot of it. Tens of thousands of dollars. There was enough for felony charges here! He considered telling someone. Telling Chris. Telling the authorities. He hated her, for sure. But sending her to jail after a bad first impression felt...weird. Like sure, she's breaking the law, but having someone arrested shortly after a bad conversation? If he told Chris, no guarantee Chris wouldn't call the police, same basic scenario. Perhaps he wouldn't need to do anything. He didn't know what to do with this information, but maybe he wouldn't need to. Maybe he'd never have to deal with her again, and he could move on and forget it happened.

Steven crooked his brow as she revealed information but didn't tell him her name. That was fine, though, assuming she wasn't lying about her job, that'd be enough to find out who she was. He let her pass as she pushed him, groaning a bit as his kindness was taken advantage of. "Babysit me? Ma'am, Chris clearly didn't think you were qualified to just live in his house for a week, let alone take care of someone," he replied, standing up for himself but also mentioning Mr. Roberts by first name to further twist the knife in her back that the guy she mistook for trusting her had a nice breezy and casual first-name-basis relationship with Steve. That extra 'ma'am' he tossed in there just an extra sting since he knew women felt old when they were called that. If she was gonna treat him like a child, he was gonna treat her like an old person.

Steven became rather puzzled himself when Kayla took umbrage with his being there. He didn't falter. Mr. Roberts told him explicitly to house-sit and whoever this woman was, she had to be overreacting. "Steven Douglas, or Steve, whichever. I work with him, well, recently I do. I'm a little new. Mr. Roberts is on vacation, he told me to watch his house while he's away." The young man looked at Kayla like she was some deranged lunatic each time she yelled at him. "I'm sorry who are you?" he asked after she explained she was supposed to watch the house. Despite how rude he felt this visitor was being, there was a part of Steven that didn't want to make things worse or upset her more. "Look, if it'll make you feel better, you can come in if you want? I'm just gonna watch TV if you wanna relax. I mean you'll have to leave eventually, but I see no harm in letting you at least have an evening here, especially what with the misunderstanding and all."

When she arrived at the stately manor, she would see no sports cars or luxury automobiles sitting in the driveway. But rather a reasonably priced 2015 sedan. Any questions regarding the modest choice of car for such extravagantly-living people would be answered when the door is opened. Instead of finding her boss, she sees a college-aged guy opening the door to greet her. "Hello," the young man initiated, "I'm house-sitting and the owners just left an hour or so ago. Can I take a message?" Steven Douglas was about as mild-mannered as you got. 6', 210 lbs, dark brown hair, peach fuzz stubble. He was the recently hired young IT guy for the company. A bit of a prodigy with computers, the boss offered him the house-sitting gig as a bit of a signing bonus. He clearly was lounging for the night, t-shirt, pajama pants, hoodie for extra warmth, slippers. In the background, Kayla would be able to hear the sounds of people on the TV laughing as Steven was clearly enjoying some comedy show on that 4K TV Kayla had been planning on enjoying.