"I can sympathize with you. I'm having as much trouble finding someone willing to work for me as you are trying to find a job."My ears perked up when ... heard that and he noticed and laughed, "No, I don't think so. You just are not the type." How do you know that? We just met and you don't know anything about me." I know you are married." What has that got to do with it? Just what is the job?" Personal assistant." You are probably right then. I haven't done any typing since high school.". ‘I know what your husband and daughter are doing, but not today. We’ll have to negotiate that price separately.’ She started tapping her wrist again. ‘I’m worried about Edward Barclay coming on to me.’ I laughed out loud. ‘He may be playing with ya, likes to tease stuck up women, or rather, women he thinks are stuck up. Don’t worry about him, he never follows through. You can keep ahead of him easy, if ya want.’ ‘No problem there? Old creep? All right.’ She took a deep breath and stopped her. Jared was living with Linda Day his fianc?e and live-in girlfriend when all this took place. She was a Goddess, a playmate who had not yet found her way to the Playboy mansion. Marilyn Monroe before she became famous, yet she was tough and resolute and tenacious as an old coon dog who had picked up the scent of Mr. Fox on a run.Nothing had gone right in the three years Jared had been with Linda. This tall and wild blonde was a veritable female panther, who lived to impose her will on her men.. When we move your stuff ...I jus''''shut up, get your jeans down, if your wearing my stuff, you gonna show me , that is simple , its my stuff i wanna see what you choose to wear ''i tremble getting my jeans down , showing the small pink panty i choose from the box''ohhhh your so cute, comon get that vaccum done now, your sexy like this''in my white tshirt and pink panty getting the place cleani felt caught, stupid and afraid of him everytime i tried to stop this he insised it was ok , that he.