Diane stood up looking down on the naked boy, his body spread before her.'Come here Wendy' Said Diane looking to her maid. She came and stood by her. ...Just take off your skirt there's a good girl.' Wendy looked at Diane anxiously. 'I haven't got my panties on Miss.' she said blushing.'That's all right, just take it off.' She undid the buttons and let the skirt fall over her slim legs. She picked it up and laid it to the side of the boy, looking down at his penis as she did so. The maid stood up. He led her to his office and pointed to her chair. ‘Please, won’t you have a seat?’ She sat and crossed her legs, the split in the front of her skirt opened revealing a large amount of a leg, even Bernard had to admit that it was impressive. ‘When you’ve quite finished perving on my legs can we get on with this, I have appointments that won’t wait.’ ‘Very well,’ He opened the folder in front of him. ‘Some time ago you were employed by Sarah Millbank Fashions as a designer, is this correct?’. It is a certainty that she winked at him! It was obvious that they had a history from one of his previous visits. After we ordered, Andrew cocked his head toward the window and told me to take a good look at the courthouse. “See anything unusual?” “Should I?” “Legend has it the courthouse is haunted.” He leaned forward with his elbows on the table and motioned me to do the same. “The story as it was told to me, “ he began, “was that a black man was accused of murdering a white man in the early. We loved those days because it meant we wouldnt go straight home & wed get Mickey Ds! It was something about that garage it was freedom wed sit in the car eat our McDs & do our homework. If my dads car was up for the lift wed get to sit in someone elses car. One particular guy, Joe, was a coworker of my dad at the cab company, he would sometimes pick us up if my dad was too far on a call & wouldnt make it in time to pick us up. He met up with my dad at the garage for some kind of money exchange.