He should be enjoying himself. Instead he felt strangely subdued. There was no reason to be. Here he was, fresh out of university and working for PJ K...rgan, one of the most prestigious investment banks in the city. He was made. The world was his playground and soon he'd be able to fill it with all the expensive toys.And yet...It was Kirk. It was always fucking Kirk.Kirk, his elder brother. Kirk, the golden boy, apple of his parent's eyes. Kirk, with his straight A's and a first from Cambridge.. " Sherri called, I suppose with hermaid indisposed she wasn't about to open her own door.I entered and curtseyed to the women, clearly the girls were confident wewould be going out as the three bags from shimmer with our dresses weresitting at the foot of the bed. I approached and stood a respectfuldistance from the bed waiting to hear my fate."We have a very special game for you to play my pretty maid Tiffany," Amywas visibly excited, Sherri just looked smug as always. "In this gameyou can. I’d pay for that one. He made a mock bow toward me, palms pressed together in front of his chest, his version of Namaste. Murmured, “Sahib.”An okay try - he got the Hindu subservience right, but missed the gender. Oh well, 15.Vanessa was well prepared, had the résumés in front of her. A list of gently probing questions. Thanks to Sullivan & Sullivan Research, we also had their real backgrounds. Minor busts - marijuana, public intoxication, a loud boyfriend spat. No convictions with these first. Betty's mom was a nice looking slim woman that never seemed to wear much around the house except a beautiful silk robe. When I was dating Betty, she and Joe always seemed to be in bodily contact, and it was not unusual for them to wrestle and roll around on the floor while wrestling. This was a common thing, and it used to piss her husband (Harold) off and he would often leave the room and go upstairs to his bedroom. One time after he had gone upstairs, because of their wrestling, I heard her.