Philippe is a maniac for cleanliness. You clean up here and there, a few hours a week, and we give you an envelope at the end of each day. Okay? Oh, y...eah, just one thing. Are you leaving this summer?- Uh, no, I don't think so, it's kind of a waste.- Great! Great! You'll keep the house in August. Well, I'll let you go around the park. You'll come back in the late afternoon.Samuel came to the house three times the following week, taking advantage of the lows in his schedule. Clementine hardly. .and a sharp dresser to boot. "Her husband's out of his gourd!" I thought...but I kept that judgmental opinion to myself.Good Lord, did we have fun one time! I've never tried to describe a cyber-sexual encounter in a short story before, but this one was so good I'm gonna take a crack at it. "George?" she said one day, starting out quite nonchalantly. "I need to ask you something, okay?" Of course, Beautiful! We never hide anything from each other do we?" Do you want me really bad?" I had to. Are you Mr Donkey Bruce?” she asked quietly.He stepped closer and doffed his hat letting the shock of black unruly hair fall round his round pugilistic face. She noticed the big front facing nostrils each side of his stubby bulbous nose, thick wide lips and those dark twinkling eyes.“Yeah mate, but you can call me Donkey,” the Aboriginal guffawed loudly, sharing his mirth with Fat Bruce who was already waddling across with a large cola.Donkey Bruce grabbed the drink and swallowed it in one as. I must be a sick bitch that puts guys off!” She sniffed. “Well you,re certainly not the shy retiring type like most of the females I met when I was your age.” I reasoned. “Times have changed, Dad. No offence, but I don,t want to end up a forty year old spinster with nothing to show for my life, but a sore cunt!” She liked to curse when angry or frustrated. “With your looks, body and talent that will Never happen!” I assured her. “Maybe so, but it feels like it just now.” She,d been drinking.