He was 18 now and he still cut my grass on Sunday to have some money on the side. He always comes in for a glass of water and to cool off in the AC. L...ly was not here to day and over the years, I would catch him looking at my ass, but I didnt say anything about it. So this time I called him on his shit this time giving him an evil grin. Is there something you like? i said as he was leaning against the counter. He gave me a slight nod with a smile on his lips he had his mothers dark hair that. ”“I might, thanks. If I’m not hung over.”“Hung over?”“It’s my nineteenth birthday on Friday.”“Your birthday! Emily, why didn’t you say?”“I didn’t want to look like I was fishing for a card or anything.”“Aww…Ems.”“Well, I don’t know that many people yet, and I haven’t advertised it.”“Nineteen eh. Mine’s not 'till January.”“I would have dropped it out, probably. It’s only Wednesday.”“Yeah like your birthday is in two days’ time!”“Ha yes. I would go home but it’s such a fucking long way for the. She seemed like such a completely different person now that she wasn’t screaming at me and seemed to accept my help. It felt good to be helping her instead of having to defend myself against her.“Why did you come back? I thought you hated me.”“I never hated you. I hated what you were doing. You were verbally abusing everyone in your vicinity and ruining an experience for the rest of us that had required a significant investment. When I tried to help you, you continued to act as if you were. The sun painted highlights on the leather of her corset and tights.She reached the shadows, finding a cool place to protect the paleness of her skin. She sat down. Her hand reached out and she sipped the chilled white wine from its elegant glass.She waited.The tall man discreetly scratched at one of the huge glass doors. They gave out onto the terrace. He wore a dark gray uniform and tucked a cap under his arm. He coughed softly. Then he said, with a distinct German accent: "Milady, your.