She’s great.”“Why thank you,” the old woman who had approached me smiled. “Drive safe now.”I was off before her strange send off tickled m... brain. I rapped my fingers on Nisha’s office doorframe as I galumphed by to the washroom. God, life was good.The staff bathroom was quite nice, compared to some of the shitty fast food places and warehouses I had worked at in my teens. Easily big enough for a threesome. I closed the door without locking it and waited with energy.Nisha slipped in and locked. “My suspicions, my views, whatever, are immaterial here, Catherine. I am Mr Dawes’ butler, so I act to the benefit of the household, and advise accordingly. I do not of course do anything which might be construed as illegal in any way. If Mr Dawes chooses to work with other people for a particular end, that has nothing to do with me. A butler is exactly that: a butler.”Catherine looked at me askance. “Jeeves, that is a cop-out position!”“My apologies, Miss Catherine. Would you prefer that I. We were moved out the back door and into a van. I didn’t knowwhere I was headed, and got very nervous. The drive lasted forever,and Jamie was in tears the whole way there, she kept saying it was herfault. The took us to a large city, probably Mexico City, where wewere put in a lightless basement. I had no idea where I was, why, orfor how long. After countless hours the light came on and a prettyMexican woman was standing in front of me dressed in a veryprovocative teddy. She yelled. “She went out for a run,” answered Betty. “Put it on the table there. Have a seat. I was just about to make a sandwich, you want one?”“Sure,” said Kat. Again, this was a scene that had been played out many times in the past, but it felt new and exciting this time. Kat and Betty Ann chatted as Betty stood at the counter making sandwiches, but Kat couldn’t take her eyes off the older woman’s exquisite rump, which was beautifully framed by the cutoffs. She resisted the urges that were tugging at.