My biggest fear was being stopped by a cop, I was so afraid I would get pulled over in drag. After a drink or two I began to get frustrated because no...one seemed to be paying attention to me. An older gentleman, on the large side, probably late 40s, early 50s, bald, came up to me and placed his hand right on my ass. He started some small talk with me then bought me a drink. He then moved his hand from my ass to rubbing the inside of my thigh as I was sitting there on the barstool. He told me he. We looked at several vacancies then he showed me one which actually appealed.There was a vacancy for a caretaker at Greenlands which was a very exclusive private boys' sixth form boarding school. My references were impeccable so I knew that I had a very good chance of getting the job. I had never had a job interview before.I turned up on time and was shown into a little office and told to wait. I was actually quite nervous. After several minutes a quite elderly female appeared. She introduced. His dagger flashed. The dog whimpered, staggering away in a spurt of crimson, the mangy beast collapsing on the ground. Mistress screamed something. Rainbow light flared as she scrambled from a snarling beast.It bayed in terror. Its claws tore at the underbrush before bursting out and dashing through the regrouping soldiers. Horses neighed in shock, rearing. One soldier cursed, landing on his back in a crumple of metal.Then the hound attacking me lounged again, blood matting the fur on the side. When she had shut the door she turned and flung her arms around my neck. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "I've passed. I've got through all of them."I put my arms around her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Well done. I bet your Mum and Dad are pleased." They will be when they get back. They've gone visiting Gran for the weekend. They won't be back till Sunday night."We went into the front room and Sarah poured me a glass of wine. We settled on the sofa and chatted for a while, about her.