Rachel made it quite clear to all of us boys today that we shouldn't look at or think about her in any way other than as a friend or housekeeper. She told us in no uncertain terms that if any of us boys got out of hand with her she would quickly teach us a lesson we would never forget.

I flushed at her words and couldn't look at her afterwards. I noticed a couple of the others were having a similar difficulty, and was relieved to know I wasn't the only one who's had less than admirable thoughts or dreams about her since she arrived.

Now that she's set the rules down for us on how we're supposed to treat her, I reckon it will be easier to think of her in more appropriate ways instead of the lewd ones I've been having about her. At least, I hope it will be easy. I've never had those kind of thoughts about a woman that didn't include me taking them to bed.

I am very certain that won't be happening with me and Rachel. I'm just going to have to give myself a strict talking-to about her being off limits and only treat Rachel with the same respect I treated my Ma and Emma.