The night Jacob Thomas was enlightened to the Doll know as Mr. Steel and the plan laid out by Mother
Jacob Thomas headed to work like any day. He was excited for his date this evening. Well really a fuck date. He found this new dating site called Doll House and found a match with this sweet young thing named Baby Kay.
Now Jacob could go out the bars or clubs and find someone but it was just not his seen. He was a pretty fit fifty two year old with a bit of a dad bod. His six foot frame was thick and could pass for someone younger. Today he was wearing his navy blue suit, white shirt and pink tie. His greying hair and beard was just trimmed.
“First close this deal and then a date tonight,” he told himself as he headed up the elevator to his floor. This was a huge deal for his company and really could use the extra work for his fifty seven employees.
He day shot by quickly. He was in his office, sitting with his chair back. A glass of bourbon in his hand as he wore a huge smile across his face. “Good night Mr. Thomas,” his secretary, Maria Good, called to him as she peaked into his office. “We are all so happy and proud of you that you landed the deal.” She waved and said,” have a good night,” as she turned and left.
It was just after six now and his date would be there around seven, so he clicked on some music and chilled until then.
He had another two glasses before she got there. He was feeling really good then when she walked into his office. He was worried that this was some kind of catfish site but the young girl standing in front of him was the real deal.
Jacob wiped his hands on his pants, his grey gunmetal eyes looking up at the woman who just entered his dimly lit office. She stopped at the door, looking over him as he was still seated. She moved then like she owned the place—hips swaying just enough to make the tight black dress cling to her curves, her glossy lips parted as if she’d already tasted something sweet. Baby Kay. The name suited her—something delicate and dangerous all at once.
He should’ve stayed behind the desk. Should’ve steered the night in a different direction. But the way she’d looked at him when she first walked in—like she was already undressing him with those sharp, hooded eyes—had his blood running hotter than the whiskey he’d been sipping all night. Three drinks in, just enough to loosen the reins on his usual control.
Jacob pushed off the chair, the polished wood and leather groaning slightly under his weight as he stepped out from behind the desk. The air between them thickened, charged with something that wasn’t just alcohol. Baby Kay didn’t wait for him to reach her. She met him halfway, her stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor, her fingers already curling around his wrist before he could offer his hand.
“Jacob,” she purred, her voice a smoky drawl that wrapped around his name like a promise. “Took you long enough.”
Her grip was firm, her palm warm, but when their hands met, it wasn’t a shake—it was a claim. She pulled him closer, her free hand sliding up his chest, nails grazing the fabric of his white button-down just hard enough to make him feel the threat beneath the touch. His cock twitched, already swelling from the way her breath hit his jaw, sweet with the scent of vanilla and something darker, like burnt caramel.
Then her lips were on his.
Soft at first—a teasing press, just enough to taste the whiskey on his tongue. But the second his hands found her waist, gripping tight, the kiss turned ravenous. She opened for him with a hungry moan, her tongue sliding against his, wet and demanding. Jacob groaned into her mouth, his fingers digging into the dip of her spine as she arched against him, her breasts pressing into his chest. The heat of her body seeped through the thin fabric of her dress, her nipples hard little points that dragged against him with every shift of her hips.
When she finally broke the kiss, her lips were swollen, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. “Fuck me on your desk,” she ordered, her voice rough, her eyes dark with something that wasn’t just lust—it was challenge.
Jacob’s cock jerked, straining against his zipper. He should’ve told her no. Should’ve reminded her this was his office, his rules. But the whiskey in his veins and the way her fingers were already working at his belt made his usual restraint feel like a joke.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” His voice was a low growl as he grabbed her wrist, stopping her just long enough to spin her around and shove her down to her knees. The impact made her gasp, her palms slapping against the floor to steady herself. The black dress rode up her thighs, the hem teasing the curve of her ass.
Jacob didn’t waste time. His fingers fumbled with his zipper, the metal teeth parting with a sharp hiss. His cock sprang free, already thick and flushed, the head glistening with the first bead of pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, his grip tight as he watched Baby Kay lick her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them.
“Take a taste first,” he commanded, tangling his fingers in her hair. The strands were silk between his knuckles, dark as sin. He tugged just enough to make her whimper, her scalp prickling under his grip.
She didn’t hesitate.
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, her fingers cool against his burning skin. Then her mouth was on him, her lips parting around the crown, her tongue swirling over the slit with a slow, deliberate tease. Jacob hissed, his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself. She took him deeper, her throat opening around the thickest part of his shaft, her gag reflex nothing but a distant memory. The wet, obscene sounds of her sucking filled the space between them, her cheeks hollowing as she pulled back, only to dive down again, taking him to the root.
“Fuck—” His voice was a ragged breath, his fingers tightening in her hair. He guided her, setting the pace—slow, deep thrusts that had his balls drawing up, his cock throbbing against the back of her throat. Saliva dripped down his length, her free hand cupping him, her nails scraping lightly over his sac.
She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips glistening, her breath hot against his skin. “Like that?” she murmured, stroking him with long, twisting pulls of her fist. “Or do you need it harder, baby?”
Jacob growled, his cock jerking in her grip. “Keep going.”
Baby Kay smirked, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she took him back into her mouth. This time, she didn’t just suck—she worshipped. Her tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft, her lips sealing tight around the crown as she hollowed her cheeks. One hand worked the base, the other cupping his balls, rolling them gently before giving them a sharp, possessive squeeze.
Jacob’s breath came in short, sharp bursts, his thighs trembling. He was close—too close—and the way she moaned around his cock, like she was the one getting fucked, wasn’t helping. He yanked her off him with a wet gasp, his cock glistening, fully hard and aching.
Baby Kay stayed on her knees, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. “Fuck my tight cunt with you rid of steel,” she demanded, her voice rough, her eyes locked on his. “I’m so horny I can taste it. Need your dick, Jacob. Now.”
The filthy words sent a jolt straight to his balls. He didn’t answer. Instead, he fisted a handful of her hair and hauled her to her feet. She stumbled, her heels clicking unsteadily, but he didn’t let her fall. He spun her around, bending her over the edge of his desk with a sharp shove. Papers scattered, a pen rolling off the edge as her palms flattened against the wood, her ass hiked up, the skirt of her dress bunched around her waist.
And then he saw it.
No panties. Just smooth, golden skin, her pussy already glistening, swollen and pink. The scent of her hit him like a punch to the gut—sweet and musky, the unmistakable aroma of a woman who’d been wet for hours.
“Fucking bare,” Jacob groaned, his cock twitching violently. He didn’t give her time to answer. He stepped up behind her, the head of his cock notching against her entrance. She was dripping, her folds slick and hot as he dragged the tip through her wetness, teasing her clit with a slow, deliberate circle.
Baby Kay whimpered, her hips rocking back, trying to take him in. “Please—”
He didn’t make her beg twice.
With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. She cried out, her nails scraping against the desk, her body stretching around him in a tight, suffocating grip. Jacob groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he pulled back and slammed into her again.
That was the last thing he remembered of the night. He woke up on the conference room table, butt naked. He checked his watch and the hands read a quarter to one. “Fuck, what happened,” he groaned. He moved to sit up and found a sheet of paper laying next to him.
He picked it up and read the words. “Thanks for the great fuck Mr. Steel. I will be seeing you around.” Mr. Steel, what was that he thought.
That was when all this weirdest started in his life. That was last Wednesday. He headed up to his office early Monday morning. His mind raced that something was off. How he slept in on a Sunday. When he did wake, his body was exhausted. What did he get up to on Saturday? He could not remember.
“That’s all in the past,” he said as he walked into his office. He was the first one there. He want to start the week off strong. “Time to get the week started.” He made his way around his large desk and sat down. Reaching under the desk to turn on his computer. He placed his cup of coffee on the desk and then placed his phone down next to it.
His computer started to boot up when his phone buzzed. He picked it up from where he laid it and looked down at the screen. “Who is sending me a message so early?” He let the face recognition open the phone. Flashing lights danced along the screen and a small text read - new message from Doll House. His mind went blank. His eyes glazed over as his mouth hung limp.
It only took a moment for his other self to be let out. He clicks the message box. ‘Good morning Doll J12T30.”
“Good morning Mother. What can your Doll do for the house?”
“We have another task for you today. You will send us a document listing all of your workers. You will include physical and mental status. Including if they are married and have kids. Any information you can include on them also. Provide a photo of each of your employees. If they have any special skills, list them also. Provide this information by lunchtime then wait for further orders. Do you understand?
“Yes Mother. Your Doll understands.”
“That is a good Doll. We are going to place your other self back in control. Jacob Thomas will complete this information for you Doll J12T30. He will not completely gasp what he is doing. Now follow the spirals, counting down from 10 to 1. At 1 the change back will be red.” The screen swirled in different colors, coach mixing with the others. Then the numbers melted and were washed away in the swirling.
Jacob came free of his trance. His body was relaxed and his mind was clear. Without a hesitation, he logged into his computer. Making a new folder on his computer, not on the server, and started downloading employee’s information. Adding more personal details. He was not sure why he was doing it other than a new client wanted the information.
“Good morning,” Maria called to him as she set up at her desk. “How was your weekend,” she asked as she came to his door?
“It was uneventful,” Jacob answered, not taking his attention off the screen and his work. “Yours.”
Maria saw how her boss was focused on his task. She thought to have a bit of fun. “It was fun. I had a date with Thor. You know I thought his hammer would be bigger.” She smirked as she waited for his response.
“Oh ready? That sounds like fun,” he responded in a monotone. One of someone not listening. A few seconds passed before it hit him. “Wait, what,” his attention pulled from the screen. “What did you say?”
Maria started to laugh. “I see your busy, but I just wanted you to notice I was here. How long do you need your privacy to finish what you are doing?”
“Give me the morning.” Attention turning back to the screen. Before he started typing he looked up and said.” I always notice you Maira.” Then he focused back on the task. He finished it at 10:42 and sent off the file shortly after that.
He shifted to answering emails. It was going to take a bit as he had two hundred and twelve from over the weekend. Damn he was slacking this weekend. He would have usually at least read them over the weekend. He went through the process of answering the easy ones and forwarding one to his staff.
An hour later his phone buzzed. Picking it up to the same blurring screen. A peace came over him and his mind shut off. It the place of Jacob Thomas was Doll J12T30, also known as Mr. Steel. This persona clicked the message button from the Doll House app. It reads -
Doll J12T30, well done on the task. You have many workers primed to be dolls or workers. The Doll House would like them ALL. What is the most efficient way of making this happen? MOTHER
Mr. Steel typed into his phone. - Mother, could the background program be added to my company’s server? Let them get trained all at once.
The three bouncing dots popped up in the message screen. He waited for her answer. That can be done. Do you know how to do that?
No Mother, he typed back and hit send. Then he was typing again. Robbie the IT guy is a wiz and could do it. We will need to enlighten him first. He paused his typing. Thinking of how this would really work. “Robbie hated Jacob, so that would be a hard sell. But.” He tapped his chin with his finger. “Robbie had the hots for Maria. They would need to make her a Doll first and then enlighten Robbie.
His fingers typed this out onto the message board. The three dots danced on his screen and then the bubble popped up with Mother’s reply. This is a suitable plan. We will leave the details to you. I trust you brought back your equipment after your last assignment.
Mr. Steel read the message quickly and typed out his reply. Yes Mother. He has the equipment with him here. How shall he proceed?
Mr. Steel, your other persona is a powerful and trusted man of the community. We at the Doll House know you can figure that out using his abilities. We want this wrapped up by the end of the week. That means all of your employees are part of the Doll House. If you fail, there will be consequences.
He finished reading the message and a bit of dread seeped into him. That was no vacant threat. He needed to start this and start this now.
Pushing up from his chair, he moved to the credenza at the far side of the room. Reaching for the black bag on the lower left shelf. Once in his grasp, he moved to the small conference room off his office. The one Baby Kay enlightened him less than a week ago. In the front of the bag there were many ways to trap a target. It was like his mind just remembered what each did. Taking out the small vile of clear liquid and a syringe he prepped it.
He laid out the headset on the table next. The straps off to the side. He stepped back into his office and called out. “Maira, please come to my conference room.” He stepped quickly back into the room and closed the door halfway.
The clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor let him know with each step how close she was. “What is going on Jacob?” The words came muffled through the semi closed door. The door swung open to the left, blocking him from her view.
She stepped in and saw the stuff on the table. “What kind of sci-fi bullshit is this,” she called out. Her Latina coming through. At that moment Mr. Steel pounced. His bigger body came up behind her. Left arm wrapping around her upper body. In the same motion the syringe moved to the exposed neck and punctured her.
She was going to yell out about him grabbing her but the prick of pain made her howl of anger turn into pain. The drug started working almost immediately. “Why?” Her body went limp in his arms. These drugs were fast acting. Making her body loss all its strength and making the mind pliable.
He moved her smaller body easily to the chair at the head of the table. “Oh Maira, you will soon know pleasure like none before. Just let the program do its magic and you will see.” Strapping her arms and legs to the chair as he spoke.
He moved to place the headset over her head and she stared up to him. Daggers shooting from her eyes. She pushed out a weak,” Fuck you,” before her head was covered.
He knew the program would have her groggy mind in trance within a few minutes. The mask he wore when enlightening Doll A07D17 told him of steps of training. It took about an hour for the training to be completed. He only needed to be there for the moment to place the vibrator between her legs. That was somewhere around the 15-20 minute mark.
As he waited he headed back into his office and then to her desk. He placed the sign she had that said she was out to lunch and headed back into his office. He locked the door behind him and went back into the conference room. His excitement was building. Working on making a new Doll for the house. His blood was rushing, on fire in his veins. Was this because it really excited him or was it part of the program to make him excited.
It didn’t matter to his lust filled mind. He wanted to pull his cock free and stroke it hard until she was made into a Doll and then he could have his way with her. But no, he held back this urge. He was given an important task and he could not let his lust stop it.
Mr. Steel added the vibrator and waited. He waited quietly off to the side. Waiting and watching how Maira Good was changed into a doll. Then came her mantra. “I am Doll M12G12. I am a pleasure doll. I am ready to serve.” Over and over she repeated those words. First softly, unsure. Then the words became a sure thing as she said them. Until finally the words were her. Her lust filled voice making them true.
He knew that Maira Good was only one small part of her now. That she was more now. Something greater. Something sexy, horny and obedient for the Doll House.
He moved to her side and removed the straps from her arms and legs. Then his strong hands took the headset off and placed it on the table. Her eyes blinked. Taking in the hard light of the office. Missing the soft pastel swirling colors when she was in trance. Her head turned slowly to Mr. Steel. “I am Doll M12G12. I am a pleasure doll. I am ready to serve.”
“Oh yes you are.” Mr. Steel said as he unzipped his pants. “I’m Doll H12K30, also known as Mr. Steel.” As he lowered his pants the newly created doll moved her seat forward. Hands reaching out for his shaft. He groaned deeply as the Doll's warm, synthetic fingers wrapped around his thickening cock, her grip firm yet yielding like perfectly molded silicone. She leaned in closer, her full lips parting to envelop the swollen head, tongue flicking out to trace the ridge before sliding down the length in one smooth motion. Her mouth was warm and wet, like it was engineered for this exact purpose, sucking with rhythmic pulls that made his shaft twitch against her inner cheeks.
One hand pumped steadily along his veined length, twisting gently at the base to heighten the friction, while her free hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them between her fingers. She massaged them with deliberate squeezes, thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just behind, drawing out a low rumble from his chest. Saliva dripped from her lips as she bobbed her head faster, taking him deeper until the tip nudged the back of her throat, her tongue swirling in lazy circles around the underside.
He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, guiding her pace, hips bucking slightly to meet her eager sucks. The doll's eyes—vibrant and unblinking—locked onto his, filled with programmed devotion as she hollowed her cheeks for tighter suction, her strokes syncing with the wet slurps echoing in the dim room. Precum beaded on her tongue, and she savored it, humming vibrations that shot straight to his core, making his balls tighten in her grasp.
“God damn it.” Your mouth knows its way around a shaft. Jacob Thomas always thought that your other half was a puta, but now you are showing us that it is true. Take your time there,” he growled. “Be a good Puta Girl and make it last.”
Mr. Steel's breath hitched as Puta Girl eased off his throbbing cock, her lips hovering just over the flushed tip, tongue darting out to lap at the slit where precum oozed steadily. Her pink-painted nails grazed the sensitive underside, tracing slow circles that made his shaft jerk in her loose grip, veins pulsing under her touch. She stroked lazily now, fingers squeezing the head to coax more fluid, smearing it across the crown with her thumb while her tongue flicked relentlessly, teasing the frenulum until he growled low in his throat.
"That's it, you filthy tease," he muttered, his hand tightening in her hair, but she held her ground, eyes gleaming with that dominant spark as she controlled the rhythm. Her words hung in the air, bold and hungry, promising the tight heat she craved, and it only made his balls ache heavier in anticipation.
Without warning, she plunged her mouth down again, engulfing his entire length in one forceful descent. The head battered against the back of her throat, and she gagged audibly, the sound wet and choked, her throat convulsing around him in rhythmic spasms that milked his cock like a vice. Saliva bubbled at the corners of her lips, dripping down his shaft as she held there, nose pressed to his groin, humming through the gag to send vibrations rippling through his core. Her hand slipped lower, nails digging into his thigh for leverage, while the other pumped the base in short, twisting jerks, syncing with the bobs that followed—up to the tip with a suck, then slamming back down, gagging harder each time, tears welling in her unblinking eyes from the effort.
He thrust up involuntarily, fucking her face with shallow pumps, the slick sounds of her throat working him filling the room. Her gag reflex squeezed him tighter, drawing a guttural moan from his lips as precum mixed with her spit, coating everything in a glossy sheen. Puta Girl pulled back just enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock, before diving in again, determined to break him, her teasing dominance shifting to raw, throat-fucking devotion.
“I need to fuck you,” he grunted like an animal. Reaching down, lifting her from the chair. In his lustful need he pushed the headset dangerously down the conference table and then lifted her to the edge of it. He hiked up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side. He didn’t have time to take them off.
Mr. Steel gripped the base of his swollen cockhead, pressing it firmly against Puta Girl's slick entrance, the heat radiating from her folds making his tip throb with need. She arched her back, legs splaying even wider, knees bending to expose every inch of her shaved pussy, lips parted and glistening with arousal that dripped down to her ass. Her hands clutched the sheets, nails digging in as she whimpered, 'Yes, yes, put it in,' her voice a desperate plea that echoed her earlier teasing now flipped into raw submission.
He smirked, holding back just enough to watch her squirm, the crown nudging her clit before sliding down to circle her hole. 'Oh, what a needy fucking puta you are,' he growled, voice thick with control. 'Maybe I will tease you for a bit.' He dragged his thick shaft along her pussy folds, coating himself in her juices, the veined length bumping over her swollen nub with each pass, making her hips buck upward in frustration.
She moaned louder, 'Fuck me, fuck me,' the words tumbling out in a breathless chant, her body trembling as she tried to impale herself on him.
Satisfied with her begging, Mr. Steel aligned his rod of steel and thrust forward, burying half his length in one smooth stroke. Her well-lubricated walls clenched around him instantly, velvet heat sucking him deeper without resistance, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth as he sank balls-deep. She gasped, eyes rolling back, a sharp cry escaping her lips at the fullness invading her core.
He hooked his arms under her knees, pinning her legs back toward her shoulders, folding her in half and exposing her completely. Her ass lifted off the bed, pussy angled perfectly for his assault. With a primal grunt, he slammed into her hard, hips snapping forward in relentless rhythm, each pound driving his cock to the hilt, balls slapping against her skin with wet smacks. Her tits bounced under the thin fabric covering them, nipples hard peaks straining the material as he fucked her mercilessly.
His hands roamed greedily—first squeezing her covered breasts, thumbs pressing into the soft mounds to feel her heartbeat racing beneath, then trailing up to wrap around her throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and tighten around him. He released her neck only to grip her hips, pulling her onto his pistoning shaft harder, before one hand slid back to her throat, choking lightly as he railed her, the other pinching her nipple through the cloth. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, her moans turning to screams of pleasure as he claimed every inch of her needy hole.
He fucked her for over an hour. Making the newest Doll howl in pleasure over and over. Lucky for him he had his office and conference room soundproofed when he moved into the space.
Her orgasms were hard. The one from him licking her was brutal. He thought she was going to pop his head from his body, how hard she squeezed. But Mr. Steel gave as good as he took. Her ass was bright red as it bounced back on him. She was on all fours and him behind her, feeding his length into her.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin echoing off the bare walls. Mr. Steel grip the curve of her waist, his fingers digging deep into the soft, caramel flesh of Puta Girl’s hips. He had been pounding her from behind for what felt like an eternity, driving his thick cock into her tight, wet pussy with a relentless, animalistic urgency. Her back arched, the muscles in her shoulders tensing and rippling with every thrust, her head thrown back as she gasped for air.
Puta Girl’s knees were planted firmly on the carpet floor, her knees rubbing raw by the friction. She pushed back against him, meeting his strokes with a desperate hunger, her ass rippling from the force of his impact. The wet sounds of her arousal were obscene, a squelching counterpoint to the heavy grunts escaping his throat. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, fluttering and milking his shaft as she neared the edge, but he wasn't ready to let it end just like that. Not yet.
With a groan of exertion, he slowed his pace, pulling his length out until just the thick head remained inside her entrance. She whimpered at the sudden loss of fullness, her body trembling with the need for release. She looked back over her shoulder, her dark eyes smudged with running mascara, her lips parted and swollen. "Don't stop," she breathed, her voice husky and ragged. "Please, papi."
Mr. Steel smirked, sweat beading on his forehead. He slapped her ass hard, leaving another red handprint on her cheek, watching the flesh jiggle. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and rough.
Puta Girl didn't hesitate. She slid forward, his cock slipping out of her with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and pulsing in the cool air. She turned quickly, her movements fluid and practiced, positioning herself on her face. She looked up at him, her expression one of pure, unadulterated submission mixed with a ravenous hunger. Her makeup was ruined, black streaks running down her cheeks from her eyes, her lipstick smeared across her mouth and chin. She looked wrecked, and she loved every second of it.
He stood up from his kneeling position behind her, his feet feeling the roughness of the carpet underfoot as he loomed over her. His cock was throbbing, glistening with her juices, the veins bulging along the shaft. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing tight to stave off the inevitable for just a moment longer. He wanted to see her like this—kneeling before him, waiting, begging for it.
"Open up," he growled, stroking himself slowly, the friction sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.
Puta Girl tilted her head back, her mouth opening wide, her tongue extending to form a perfect, pink cup. She cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them together, creating a soft valley for him to aim at if he chose. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a desperate need to be marked, to be used completely.
The sight of her, so eager and debauched, was the final push he needed. His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body, the pressure at the base of his spine becoming unbearable. He let out a guttural roar, his hand moving faster on his shaft, the slick sounds of his fist pumping his cock filling the room.
"Fuck, here it comes," he gritted out through clenched teeth.
The first rope of cum exploded from the tip of his dick, thick and white. It shot out with incredible force, landing in a hot, heavy stripe across her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. It mixed instantly with the sweat and the ruined tracks of her eyeliner, creating a messy, opaque mask on her skin. Isabella flinched slightly at the heat of it but didn't close her eyes or turn away. She kept her mouth open, her tongue straining upward.
Mr. Steel grunted, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as the second spurt followed the first. This one was just as voluminous, catching her directly on her left cheek and splattering across her lips. A glob of it landed perfectly on her waiting tongue, and she moaned, the sound vibrating in her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her throat working to take his load down, but he wasn't done.
They collapsed side by side after the fuckfest. He checked his watch and it was a half past two. “You will make a fantastic Doll. Just what the Doll House needs. Let’s get cleaned up and I can tell you the plans.”