It would be wonderful to havesomething to wear besides my maid's uniforms. Perhaps I could talk mymistress into giving me the occasional day off, thou...gh I wasn't surewhat I would do with more free time. Hike the fells? I smiled at thethought. Not in my petticoats and pumps!"I - I had no idea, sir," I said."Now you do," he said. "His will said, a thousand pounds to our maid,Lisa Lyndon, for her devoted service. Contact me and I'll arrange it."He handed me his card, gave me a polite bow - the. My breath catches so suddenly I have to put out a hand to the wall and steady myself. My right hand of course. My left hand is holding my Champagne glass and although I want to catch her attention, the sound of breaking glass is not how I prefer to do that.My name is Serena. My parents named me that in the fond hope I would be serene. I like to think I am. I don't think that they expected I would turn out to be a lesbian and a butch to boot. That's not always an easy road to travel,. I'm going to nail you."Her lips were moving, quivering, almost praying, as she twisted her head and saw the nails in his hands, and she was crying, her cheek forced against the tree, whilst behind her, the belt reared up, its long leathery tail towering above her and staring down with lascivious intent.She moaned in terror as Howard's hand jerked up and the belt snaked towards her back in a flash of flame, like the disembodied presence of torture itself. It hit her and a welt appeared on her. We are still the best of friends." "I'm glad to hear that. Maybe you can help me with a problem I'm having with Joe", and like we girls do, she opened up and told Joyce about the problems they have been having in their relationship with Joe's mood swings which included his performance and lack of consideration in the bedroom.Joyce listened intently and then said, "OK, Karen. I may know a way that you can help Joe with his over anxiousness and especially with his temperament, definitely his.