She’s still Clara #2 under that mask of Clara #1, and I haven’t seen Clara #3 in a while. But now, I’m not just seeing Clara, I’m hearing her.... I’m getting the full three dimensions of Clara. Hearing becomes understanding, understanding becomes feeling, feeling becomes wanting. Do your job.The air of desire exists in Clara’s voice as much as her eyes. To the untrained, her voice means nothing, but the highness of her voice is deliberate. Seductive, delicate, urging you to come closer. The way. I almost lost my job once because of it. I swore to never do it again. Being a limo driver is interesting, and I meet all kinds of people. It pays well, and the tips are sometimes even better than the actual pay. Sure enough I've even fooled around with a few clients. My backseat is well used, between clients, and myself. I remember the first guy who asked, God was he hot. I couldn't say no. He fucked me so hard the entire limo was shaking. Whenever he is in town, he requests me to be his. Josephine missed her late husband's sense of humor and his pleasant disposition, but she didn't miss his clumsy attempts at seduction. What little genuine sadness she felt was more than assuaged by the very considerable settlement from the drunk's insurance company and by the payoff on the large life insurance policy her husband had insisted on taking out. When his estate was added, Josephine became a wealthy young widow, and judicious investments provided a regular and substantial income. She. . "Mr. Hardy, Elizabeth shifted again!"Damn.Mr. Hardy turned on his heel and returned to Elizabeth...PART 3Mr. Hardy stopped abruptly before her, she felt herself cowering as he stared down at her. She knew she'd gone too far this time and she knew an apology would not help her. Not now. She trembled as he quietly stood before her, intense eyes looking down into her own. She was thankful for the mask, knew it was keeping her from breaking completely breaking down in sheer panic. Mr. Hardy.