Chapter Five
A well-timed knock on the study door interrupts Mrs. Carlotta Fenwick’s story at a fortuitous paragraphical pause. With a call to enter a serving girl steps into the study. As opposed to the head maid she is young, pretty and though with sizable breasts...is petite.
She wears the abbreviated short black skirt of a maid with a crisply starched white apron. A frilly cap covers auburn hair. She carries a polished silver tray with gleaming tea service and a platter of biscuits.
The girl steps to my right and places the tray on the front edge of the desk. I am shocked to see there is no back to the skirt, fully exposing a pair of pert cheeks. There are faint reddened lines.
“Merci, Michele.”
Mrs. Fenwick thanks the girl in French then calmly adds a request, indecipherable to m
