“It’s no fuss, she needs to learn anyway, she’s my new assistant and service is the matter of the day now.”“Oh well, then I suppose I’ll j...st say thank you.”“Of course my dear,” he smiled, then turned to Lacey, “There’s a pot in the back, just set it to boil and I’ll come back when it’s done. Also, your apron is in the back on the coat rack, here’s my key.”Lacey nodded, figuring she could tell him about her appointment later. She headed back, and picked up his key on the way. The day started. She was happy.Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the circumstance was inappropriately dangerous, she always said yes.The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked. She was wearing snug white tennis shorts that clung to her gorgeous ass like fine spray paint. She wore a tie-dyed crop top that left her mid-section bare, but the soft colors blended with her skin tone.Alice raced across the patio to collect the couple and Dave was close on her heels. Introductions were made, and Dave brought them to the bar, explaining that he was on-duty until dinner was called and the bar closed. Dave’s comment triggered a discussion about the ‘service’ jobs in the. Itlacked sleeves with a skirt length that reached just past my knees.Although highly plain, having no decorations, it still looked nice.Unlike the dress I had seen in Faye's room, this one appeared to bestepped in, rather than thrown over me, having a number of buttons downits back. It was only at this point I realized that everything I hadworn so far had been a near perfect fit, and it appeared that thisdress, as well as the others, wouldn't be an exception.Perhaps the girl who had this box.