Chapter Forty Nine
Christy The Maid Greets Jim The Stud
Entering through the kitchen, I am heartened to smell roasting beef and rosemary. I see the keys conspicuously lying on the counter. I retrieve and return them to my necklace. The special heels, style wise resembling Greek Goddess shoes, are neatly aligned in one corner, straps well organized. I peek in the dishwasher and an obedient Christy has arranged the CB-6000 for cleansing. All as planned.
I hear voices and move through the adjoining dining room to the living room where my old friend Jim sits, Christy standing to his side, humbly holding a serving tray.
She is adorable, full makeup, maid’s cap, cut away bodice fully revealing tassled n*****s, the tutu skirt covering nothing, more mocking than offering modesty. Extreme high
