“Would you like a hand?” Again Joe nodded. She made to hand him the clipboard but it was a feint. Instead she grabbed the towel, leaving him sta...ding there with his erection and a very red face. She looked down at him. “My you do seem excited. I wonder who you were thinking about. It must be someone very fit.” Joe tried to cover his embarrassment and his erection but she stepped forward and began to undo her blue blouse. Quickly she had exposed her bra, which did little to cover her large. As footman he donned livery and served all meals the Lord or Lady attended, but in his absence Marie assumed that duty. She served Her Ladyship first, of course, and then Jenny and Sally, with equal deference. She called them "Mum" too. In fact, she called any woman "Mum." I'd assume she called any man "Sir" except I'd never known her to address any man other than myself and Lord Malcom. As she served, I wondered what she was thinking about. It had only been a few hours since she had seen these. "And how old was the girl?" I asked."She is 17years old," he replied."Did anyone call crime scene to process the car and their clothes?" I asked."It was a traffic accident. The officer determined that the driver was sober and the girl was as well," Thorn said getting all huffy."Detective Thorn you ever had a blow job while you were driving?" I asked."No," he said."Let's go find that passenger," I suggested. "You can explain to her what a huge mistake it is to lie to the police. Then I want you. And more often than not, her red queen, her proud whore in the red hair and red boots.Sometimes it seemed to Katy that here was an alternate life, another life she might have lived, as if she'd been allowed a glimpse into a whole other world, a whole existence, that might have been hers.At night, sometimes, laying in bed, she'd close her eyes and imagine she was that whore. Imagine what it would be like to negotiate a price with a complete stranger, to sell your body, to take a cock and know.