I was not impressed. The Butler was an insolent fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, and the housekeeper the most stuck up arrogant bitch th...t ever walked in christendom.I regretted my purchase immediately, even before I discovered the entire East Wing was uninhabitable as the roof was rotten with dry rot and the roof leaked like a colander.I ate a perfectly prepared meal of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a disgusting gooey mass which no self respecting savage would. This thought - that he was wearing all feminine clothes,would serve to make him understand that it only made sense to enhance hisfeminine look. Before Terry could ask Sue what she wanted to do, Sue hadTerry sit at her vanity and applied some beard-cover, foundation and verylight blush, eye shadow and mascara. Terry just sat there, speechless. Sue had started trimming Terry's eyebrows when she began styling hishair, saying that with his new hairstyle, she didn't want him to have auni-brow. . .."At this point, I interjected, "And you were correct in that. I do not want to share my wife with any man ... or woman for that matter." She nodded and continued."Anyway, after a while, Dwight actually asked me to get back into the swing scene without you. I told him to go to hell. Not only did what he was proposing violate all the rules of swinging, I was not going to put my marriage in danger by cheating on my husband; period."Well, things were quiet until a few weeks ago. Evidently, Tim. "Yes, boss. I set a mean table. I can do fine in thekitchen."Henry grunted his approval. I realized he had sized up Bertram as apotential rival, but Bertram had handled the situation well. He had beenproperly respectful, and Henry realized he could make use of the man tohis benefit. "Fine. You work with Ollie in the kitchen. But you do whathe tell you to do. He in charge. You understand?" Bertram nodded again. "Yes, boss."Now, it was my turn."You must be the new maid for Miss Samantha," Henry.