"your late"he said in a gruff voice."well you might as well come in now your here"he said.i stepped into the house and he shut the door.he walked past...me and ushered me into his front room.i looked at him and he stood looking me up and down."right then boy,my names derick wots yours"he said."my names pete im here for that job you offered me"i said sheepishly.his eyes burnt into mine and he said"right ill pay you £75 a week to come in once a week and clean my house naked".he said quickly."ok " i. "Should I kneel or bow or something?" Susan croaked."If you feel like it. I'm not a big admirer of groveling... 'groveling'. Such a wonderfully rich and diverse language. I quite enjoy it's texture across my tongue." said the voice, which was known to Susan."You are Aphrodite, I have heard your voice before." Susan heard herself say.The woman smiled, like the first rays of sun touching the wildflowers in a mountain meadow."Yes, and you, are Susan Celia Rowe. Susan as a warm companion to your. The two females mostly wear tanks and sometimes show up without a bra. We often sit on the balcony and work. We have a solid working policy. No adding each other on social media, no personal life connection, and every Friday night is pub night.Swetha, the new intern was way ahead of this crowd. She was a bit chubby. Her figure if I had to guess would be 34-32-40. She had medium length hair which was really well done.She wore geek glasses which I was sure were fake and probably. I want to meet the people who shaped the man that I'm in love with. Why didn't you take me with you yesterday?" I don't know. Maybe I wanted to let them know about you in advance." Oh ... you were going to warn them about me, were you?" she said with a stern look."No ... I just wanted to let them know that I had found the love of my life and ... and..." What's the matter, Ed? Run out of excuses?" she said with a raised eyebrow and a hand on her hip."I guess," I said, shamefaced."Well, next week.