The local newspaper down there had occasional job listings for service employees for her house and grounds: butlers and maids, landscapers, gardeners,...and the like.Well, I signed up for courses in botany and horticulture, figuring that this would at least qualify me for gardening work. Not that I was especially suited for that sort of thing -- the one time I had tried to grow vegetables in my mother's backyard plot they had turned brown and croaked. But, hey, what the hell.Four months later,. He cast a casual glance about the room, taking in the blatant disarray. The file cabinet drawers were randomly open and boxes were stacked in each corner. There was a pile of crumpled papers on the desk. ‘Jamus Phantym,’ the man declared brightly. ‘Pleased to meet you finally. I’ve been reading about you a lot in the tabloids of late. Apparently we’ve been moving through the same social circles for some time now. Odd, that we never actually met.’ ‘Thank you, Sir,’ Thomas said timidly. ‘The. Good night," Eloise politely excused herself."Good night, Eloise."The Maestro tried to push the thought of Isabeau's slender, young body out of his thoughts as he made his way up the spiral staircase to her room. His cock twitched at the thought of seeing Isabeau dressed in a tight, white sweatshirt that barely covered her round, firm young ass. She never wore panties to bed. When she became frightened her nipples would harden and poke through the thin cotton. Isabeau wouldn’t cover herself or. More problems she thought. ‘Come in,’ she called out. Sam entered, his red hair hiding his age as usual. It gave him a whimsical look that belied his attention to detail. He was holding an opened postal package. Everything was opened nowadays. The anthrax scares had seen to that. ‘More problems?’ she asked, indicating the package. Sam smiled, something rare on his face. He was usually overly serious. ‘Something not unpleasant, I think,’ Sam said. He placed the package on her desk and.