We talked and drank like old friends. When her drink was empty I offered to refill it."Yes, please. You don't need to make this one so strong," She jo...ed.I tilted my glass back and finished my drink before pouring out another round for us. We sat at the table and just chatted for almost 2 hours. We had each had 4 large drinks and I was feeling wonderful."This is a beautiful home. Can you give me the tour?" She asked as she finished the last of her drink."Yeah, of course," I replied. I showed. Even your cock would agree that she's a cliché."Can I call you John? Please call me Julia," she smiles. "The reason I called you over is that we are absolutely thrilled to have such an experienced and competent personal assistant among our applicants," she chirps. "I feel we simply must nab you before you take your business to one of our competitors! The job is your's if you want it."And she's obviously dumb as a rock. How else could she believe all that barefaced ridiculous horseshit you put. Like the typical fool I was, I decided that without a final answer, I could hope, and if I knew deep down what the final answer was? Well, fool’s good sparkles pretty enough. I woke up about ten to the smell of coffee and eggs, and staggered into the dining room, stupidly carrying my sweater, and the girls smiled and indicated my seat.Belinda said, “I like your sweater. I could wear one like that with great pleasure.”I handed it to her. “I hope it fits.”“Well, it’s probably too small in the. This time, I was to come to the back door and wait, so I waited, planting my ass on one of two wooden benches on a cozy wooden deck, wringing my hands, my heart fluttering every time I thought I heard a noise from within, amazed at how ten minutes could seem like an hour. The backyard was typically suburban; manicured lawn, a wide variety of flowering bushes and plants lining a ten foot tall wood plank fence. A pair of young maple trees had been planted on opposite sides, casting shadows in the.