”“Very well, Sir.”It was too late in the day to do much else, so I retired to my room, to be greeted with fresh linen on a newly made bed, as La...y Maude had become in the habit of carrying out this action each morning. After hanging up my jacket, I sat down in the easy chair provided and resumed the somewhat aptly named Wodehouse novel, Money in the Bank, that I had been reading during those times that I was not otherwise engaged with my duties.Time moved on once more and the household had. Some of the couches were occupied already by male guests. I found myself a vacant couch facing the stage. “Gentlemen, welcome to our fundraiser.” Sandra stood in the spot light on the stage. The lighting betrayed her hourglass body shape and an inkling of a beautiful pair of tits not restrained by any bra. “We are about to set up a high class gentlemen entertainment club. Our motto is ‘Come and enjoy’. Our ladies want to be your girlfriends. You will be offered anything the distinguished. Okay. How’s work?” “No, not about work. I know I’ve said that we should get together once in a while and discuss work, but not tonight. Let’s talk of other things.” “Okay.” For several minutes, we talk about the film and the actors in it. We both agree that the movie sucked. We then touch on other topics such as the difference between nineteenth century authors and the ones of this era. But suddenly, her expression changes. She leans forward, looks at me intensely and says, “You’re having a. We can help that along by physical training with weights, etc., but that is still something of a crapshoot. Nevertheless, if you really want to be a pro quarterback, I'd say go for it! For one thing, you still have plenty of time to change your mind. Do you have a college in mind, yet?" No, Sir, I don't, specifically. I am leaning toward the SEC schools because of their generally good football programs and strength of schedule. I have been looking at Auburn because of their recent success, but.