Dolly Maids

It was an Edwardian Semi on the outskirts of town. It was the biggest house but by far the easiest to do on her books. Didn’t even need to take the hoover or the polishes in. Just a feather duster.

That said there was a lot of bending. Climbing up on things. And unlike other houses where the owners made themselves scarce. He followed her. Watched like a hawk.

She’d finished, smoothed her white frilly apron.
(These little touches set her apart.)

“Same time tomorrow then?” he asked

She smiled. Slipped some trousers on and went out to her car.

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