“Yes, you should,” Cathy replied, happily smiling. “I think she’s around somewhere, but I don’t know where.”
“Mistress Sarah told me that she last saw her on the back porch,” he said.
“Yes, she likes to hang out there a lot,” Cathy said. “I’ll join Sarah while you look for Lydia, fella.”
“Very good, Madam,” he said.
Sure enough, Lydia was on the back porch. She was lounging back on a reclining sun chair and reading a copy of Esquire. Hearing the door open, she looked over at The Man and smiled.
Lydia was slim with small breasts about the size of plums. Very pale, she had an oval-shaped face, a small turned-up nose, and emerald green eyes. A large black mole was on the side of her chin. Today she was heavily made-up with heavy powder over her face, blush spread up from her facial cheek
