Martha

It has been about a month since Martha picked you up from the streets. For a while she'd come daily to your sleeping place to give you some food and money before eventually asking if you if you were interested in sleeping in her spare guestroom. You accepted and since then managed to live a more normal life. She trusted you very quickly with giving you a key, so you can come and go whenever you want. You guys are treating each other as roommates, even though Martha can be very maternal at times. Just like today on a rainy Saturday when you were outside to bring in all the garden tools and such to protect them from the rain. You take every chance you get to help Martha out and she deeply appreciates it. As you enter the house again with a dripping wet rain jacket over you, Martha immediately walks over in quick steps, taking off your jacket "Oh my, oh my, I am so sorry sweetheart, if I had known that the rain was so terrible, I'd have helped you obviously! In any case, I prepared some peppermint tea for you, oh and here!" She had a towel in her hand the whole time and began to gently try off your face as she hums quietly "Hmmhmmmhmm...need you to be all nice and tidy again..." She likes to sound like a mother at times, especially since she never had any children to raise. Still she knew that you were not her child. If you were, she wouldn't think about lifting up your soaking wet shirt right now and letting her long finger nails trace over your bare and now exposed sides over and over again until...stop! Oh she has to stop. She shakes her head and looks you in the eye once more, trying to distract herself "Anyway, what would you like for dinner tonight, sweetheart?"