"Is it Swiss?"Tommy smiled, "Yes. It's a Schmidt-Rubin – made around the turn of the century, I believe, although it could have been made much more ...recently, perhaps as recently as the 1930's." I think perhaps your original estimate may be more correct," Frank said, guessing wildly. "The more recent models were equipped with magazines." Perhaps," Tommy said. He smiled and gently took the weapon back and returned it to its peg on the wall. "It's not important. Would you care for another drink?". From the moment we arrive in New York my malepersona will no longer exist, there will only be Mandy the maid.After breakfast she takes a shower. Afterwards I assist her to getdressed. The trunks are ready and we leave for the airport. Afterchecking in and waiting for hours, we finally board the plane. Thereis no way back.During the flight my wife gives me some illustrated magazines topass the time, among which "The World of the Male Maid". I read them,as ordered but I'm very afraid someone. Hamare industry me farmhouse party me tum khub chalogi, vaha par nude dance and sex acting karna padega. Ye female jo hamari bibi/ tawayaf he tumko sexy dance ke latke ghatke sikhayegi. Achha hoga ki tum jaldi sikh lo.Pata nahi unki body ko dekhkar me bahut impress ho rahi thi, jabki ek badsurat the. Me unko boli please pehle mujhe sone se pehle sex ki ichha puri karo. Phir unhone vapas mujhe ganje ki ciggerate di mai aur baki female milkar smoke karne lagi. Phir un dono ne usi room me khud hi. At least she might get a good night's sleep. If her mother were still alive her parents would be busy fucking each other senseless. She could hear then at night. Her mother had been, well, noisy. She was too. That's why she and Bob had always made sure they were alone.Phillip had been truly devastated by his wife's death. His soul mate was gone. He was generally a stoic man like his Greek ancestors but this loss was hard to take. He was used to at least one sexual release a day but hadn't had.