. tomorrow was Monday."Monday, Monday. Can't trust that day," I was singing and strumming my Hauser rosewood classical.Grace heard it and thought it w...as a catchy tune, "That's nice, do you know the rest of it?" Monday, Monday, so good to me;Monday morning, it was all I hoped it would be.Oh, Monday morning, Monday morning couldn't guaranteeThat Monday evening you would still be here with me.Monday, Monday, can't trust that day;Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.Oh, Monday. Thankfully Gemma was the one person who did decide to stay & between us westarted to have fun & to enjoy ourselves , helped it must be said by drinkinglots of very alcoholic punch which i had prepared earlier . Gemma is 17 , ayear younger than me , very outgoing & very daring . I knew she had had a sexualrelationship with a girl at the leisure centre where they both worked , butalso knew that boys were her main attraction . She has mousey blonde hair cutshort at the back , gorgeous blue eyes. She?d passed all the interviews and had finally landed the job. All that wasleft was to see the personnel manager to sort out some final details. Sheknocked on the door and entered the office. ?Ah, Miss Jones. Welcome to Amalgamated Holdings. I?mChristine Holmes.? The personnel officer, a smartly dressed woman in her earlythirties, stood up and came round from behind her desk. ?Dr Andrews was most impressed with yourinterview. We?re sure you?ll make a good addition to the team. You. ”“Then I don’t think she’ll be at all disappointed.”He laughed and pointed off to the right, “Almost there. You can see the chimney over the trees.”It was a largish house with two low wings spreading left and right from a larger central section. John parked and helped me with my bags, and when I entered I stopped short face to face with a woman slightly taller than me in a rather skimpy stereotypical French maid’s outfit. Her deep brown eyes gazed full into mine as I took in her dark skin,.