‘Jane’s ditched her kid, I’m going to see if I can grab her before he comes back.’ He turned and walked away. Barb shook her head. ‘You’l... have to excuse George,’ she said. ‘He lusts after that old bitch, and once in a while he gets lucky, but when her boy sees him coming, he doesn’t have a chance.’ George’s love life was of no interest to me. My present circumstances were. ‘What the hell’s going on, Barb?’ I asked. ‘Let’s go out in the kitchen and fix a drink, then find a quiet place where we. I said ok for the idea.My manager’s lady friend (name Shloka) and I started our journey. It was a black colored Toyota Etios. Describing the woman, she was a good-looking woman with a fair complexion.She would be in her early thirties with good body structure (34-26-32). Her lips were so beautiful that anyone would love to bite them. As we got in the car, throughout the drive, we spoke about each other.Stuff like where am I from, where did I do my education and stuff like that. I asked where. “Welcome to Belle Ayre, sir.”John Andrews had about as much experience with servants as he did with the back side of the moon. “Uh, hello. Uh, thank you. Can I help you with that?”“Oh, no sir, that wouldn’t be right. I’m almost done anyway, Mr. Andrews.”“You know my name?”“Oh, yes sir. Mrs. Jenson told me to take care of things.” The girl curtsied a second time. “I’m Jeanine, sir, the maid. If you need anything, just ask.”“Thank you, Jeanine. Uh, call me John.”“Oh, no sir. I couldn’t do. "Jimmy. I'm a big girl. I know what I want. Do you?" Ginger asked him."Yes. I was looking forward to a pleasant evening not to being used as a piece of fuckmeat. That's what you want, right a piece of fuckmeat?" he asked her quizzically."Yes, Jimmy. I thought I made it clear. I want you to fuck me, please!" she implored him."Wait. I know a nice quiet place that we can go to . . . to get it on!" he exclaimed.And with that said, Jimmy sped away from Ginger's house, driving like speed demon down.