"Lady Blanchforth, what brings you back in such haste." Madame asked as we walked in."Miss Harcourt thinks she can amuse the militia with her singing,... I explained."Indeed?" Madame enquired, "Why, her playing would scare away every rat or mouse in the maison." The Harpsichord needs tuning," Grace complained petulantly. "Mother has a very fine instrument," I suggested, "So may I suggest you practice at home until Madame has this one tuned." "Yes," she agreed, "I am in need of practice." Then you. I didn't go to bars mainly due to the smoke and all the jerks. So, one night while eating at Hooter's, I came across a local newspaper there called Nuvo. I read through the articles and then found the classifieds. Due to my long working hours, I was all tensed up and I looked through the classifieds for anything...anyone to relieve my stress. Nothing..there was just nothing there that drew my attention. As I turned the page, I noticed an ad from an older guy that gave massages for several hours. I had to slam on the brakes when I let my eyes linger too long on her naked display.“Watch the road, driver!” she growled over at me, grinning.Finally, we had crossed downtown to the outer belt highway. I raced up the entry ramp and headed toward the campus. She pulled the transparent bikini bra from the bag and slipped into it. Her erect nipples were still plainly visible and the car in front of us rapidly slowed down. The driver had gotten a peek and wanted to see more; I almost rear-ended. And, week of the thirteenth, I’m going to need you for a couple of days. I’m running a thing at the Golf Club. The Prime Minister wants to do a brain storming session on new policy directions. I’m not going to let any of the club staff near it but you can help out with making sure that everyone is comfortable and looked after. Jill tells me you’re planning to leave us in the lurch. I’m sure you’ll still be here to help with this though. All right? Good!”And with that she was off. I wasn’t sure.