Paying cash made the most sense, and the form she had anticipated that.He asked her about her name not being on the list. She explained Joanne had her...on salary, with extra for her extra work on the play. “But,” she said, “I’d do it for free. Or maybe not free. I’d take it in trade,” and she blushed deeply and ran off.That was the sort of joke.At that point in his life, whether he got the joke or not, Joe had a lot on his table, including a few women. He couldn’t have found out what that might. Her name was Ann, she told me as she mentioned that her daughter and grandc***dren were arriving tomorrow from her home county of Buckinghamshire. I guessed she was between 68 and 72 years old - so well maintained that it was difficult to tell.Ann was well covered from the sun with a light shawl round her shoulders, large black sun glasses and gold slippers. We talked for half an hour or so and then returned to our respective magazines. I thought I'd positioned my magazine such that I could. "Diane, this is Emily, she still doesn't understand her role here, appears her Mom didn't explain things very well, if at all," and she rolled her eyes in exasperation.Emily had always been a good girl doing what she was told and she found being singled out like this very embarrassing.'Sit here dear," the lady told her as Samantha left them.Emily sat as lady like as she could with her hands cuffed behind her."I have been here for two years as a Tutor for the girls," she said," now I am able to. Now to find out if he wants you for more than just the fun we are having.' She grabbed her brush and ran it through her dark silken hair, pulling out the tangles our love making had left. Then, rummaging through the bag again, she pulled out a sheer, aqua-colored medium length nightgown. You couldn’t quite see through it, but it allowed you to see her lovely features. She slid it over her head and let it fall down her body until it came to rest on her naturally, hugging her frame. She looked in.