“No one has asked me that before,” Helga handed her the towel and managed to avert her eyes from the patch of hair between her legs.
“Well this is an interesting proposition,” Harriet stepped out of the bath and pulled the plug, “you should think about what you want to do while I get dressed,” she started sliding the towel against her naked body.
“Or in the words of the great writers, I am at your disposal today.”
Helga’s mind was in a whirl as she sat in the lounge room while Harriet got dressed in the bedroom. She discarded a dozen ideas in as many seconds. The woman may as well have handed her a black cheque and asked her to write an amount on it without giving her any limit.
Nevertheless, by the time Harriet stepped into the room wearing a pale day dress with dark polka dots on it
