..spread your legs," he said.A blush suffused my cheeks as I parted my legs a little. "Nicely shaved, you're not a virgin anymore, aren't you?" he ask...d and I shook my head."Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked."No," I murmured the answer with a blush."A lovely lady with a matured body doesn't have a boyfriend? What a waste," he said.I did not know what to say. I was hoping that this was only a nightmare. I was seeking for a normal job but now I was here, being treated liked a slave."Tell me, how. “Thanks so much,” she said. “Arthur fell, and his hand went through the wall, over there.” She pointed at a fist sized hole in the wall, about four feet off the floor.“Fell, huh,” said Bobby, realizing that something bad had happened here.“He knows better than to hit me,” said Martha, nervously, aware he hadn’t accepted her somewhat lame excuse for the hole in the wall, “but sometimes he gets angry when I try to get him to stop drinking. I hid his bottle, yesterday, and he got mad.”“Where is he. I had spent much of the mealtime watching and listening. Shelly was interesting. She was obviously rough hewn, but if she could do half of what she said she was capable of, she was quite a talented woman. I looked at her closely. I could see the clothes she wore were clean, but well worn.She was an attractive woman, but not in the ordinary sense. She was a sturdy build, I thought to myself. This was no slim, dainty girl, but just the same, there was a quality about her that was appealing. Her. “When will your husband be leaving?” Gary asked.“In two days, sir.” I replied, exhausted.“Good, I have a job for you.”“A job sir?”“Yes, you will be away from home for three nights and four days.”“I will? Why?”“You address me like that?”“Oh! Sorry, sir. Why will I be away, sir?”“You are going to travel to New Orleans.”“Oh wow! When sir?”“In two days, you will meet me at noon.” Gary went on, "I want you to meet me at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in New Orleans."“My husband does not leave until.