And the cleaner made two. (Follows on from Auntie made a man of me)
About a year after my beautiful aunt moved to Canada (see Auntie made a man of me) and I was now fo***een, my mother engaged a new cleaner who came in three or four mornings a week. I didn’t usually see her because of school, but during holidays I was often in the house alone with her. Her name was Carole, and she was 32 when she first started working for us. She was pleasantly plump, and although I’ve never really been a breast man I do have to admit hers were magnificent, a real Wagnerian heroine. She also fancied … Read more