I’ll be one for two weeks. For my next mystery. Undercover job to research an undercover job. A snooty rich estate will actually let me practice the...job. It’s one of those owned by a poor old rich family that has to host events to keep the wolf at bay, so it’s not like those estates in England everyone thinks about. But it’ll be fun, apart from missing you. And I’ll have one day off each week, so you have to come visit me then and keep me from being lonely.”She thought for another minute and. I looked at that rear view and slapped it. Again and again. She moaned again and again. I couldn't get enough. But that was in the past. I also asked:"Does anybody say how beautiful your lips are?"She's heard it before. She has heard it all before. "How kissable?" How juicy?" Yeah," she replied. "And I hate it."And I hated that response. But no matter what, It came to one request that night. It was one question that I couldn’t hold to suppress..."Can you lick your lips for me?"And she did. She. "Do you always do that?" What?''Hold the door." I grinned."Only for lovely ladies." Oh yes, just so you can get a glimpse of leg." I laughed."That is one of the perks. But it's just the way I was brought up. It's a generation thing. Does it embarrass you?" No. It's never happened to me before. Actually I quite like it, it feels," she searched for the right word or words, "considerate and protective. It seems respectful. I like that."I turned into my Avenue, and parked on the hard-standing. I would like you to provide a service to me, and I will pay you for it. Much more than $15 per hour.”What? I keep listening.“This would be an extra job within the one I’m offering to you. You may turn it down and only accept the duties I have already listed. But I will tell you that it’s a service I will continue seeking. I will keep you employed with research and housework, but if I find someone who can do it all, I will have to let you go.”“I’m sorry, Corinne. What do you mean by service?”“I.