It was arranged that Harriet should have a part time job with me, two evenings a week straight after school. That meant she was kept out of trouble. H...rriet would come round to my house in her school uniform. Flat black shoes, grey knee socks, a huge expanse of leg - unshaven - and a pleated grey skirt which revealed chunky thighs. White blouse, tie and blazer completed the uniform. For the first few weeks I sat at my desk working as Harriet did the chores. Secretly watching as she bent over. “It’s up to you, and you can end this anytime you want. Me, too. Only sign this if this is something in which you’re interested, but you are still not bound to me. Understand?” I nodded. He smiled. “I will never force you, okay?”I kept reading. After a while the words blurred together. I reached for his pen and signed my name in a grand flourish.The ink bled together, making my name unrecognizable.The rest of dinner was interesting. He asked me a few questions about the other facets of my life. “No,” she cooed at me.I made a sad face and went for it again. She grabbed my hand and shook my head.“Too much light,” she said gently, in that waking-up-voice I find so sexy in women.“It’s okay,” I said. “They can’t see.”She shook her head anyway.“It’s ugly.”“What’s ugly?”“That,” she said sadly, playing with my hand over her covered pussy.“No, it’s not,” I insisted. “It’s nice.”“No,” she poohed with a pouty little face.“Yes,” I said, gently pulling her hand away.“Donnie,” she whined.I lifted. “The maintenance men dug in a wooden framework made out of big beams then filled it level with gravel. Under the X are solid beams. Then they poured some kind of super sticky tar over it to stick it all together. After that, they rolled the turf on it and finished it off by nailing it to the framework with big roofing nails,” Ching Lee said.“There is a lot of stuff in the warehouse leftover from when they were building all of this and for repairing storm damage. The only thing they had to buy.