For a few years, my wife has met with a woman every second Friday afternoon to help her organize the various rooms and places in our house. I sometimes wondered (as the fee was not cheap) why she needed this help and was not able or willing to do the organizing work herself, but she kept explaining to me that without someone who is 'holding her hand' during this process, it would be hard if not impossible to do this herself. Over time, I got used to these visits and realized how much nicer and more presentable our house looked, both for us and for visitors.
The name of my wife's organizer lady is Elizabeth, and she is a friendly, attractive woman, probably in her early or mid fifties, at least twenty years older than myself, featuring a round face with beautiful dark brown eyes and shoulder-length black straight hair. She almost always wears jewelry such as earrings, necklaces or bracelets which increases her attractiveness to me even more. I rarely interacted with her, as she was just working with my wife all the time, but enjoyed each time when there was an opportunity for a brief conversation, as it was quite charming and uplifting to talk to her.
One day my wife mentioned to me that she had to attend a work function on Friday afternoon in two weeks which would be the Friday that Elizabeth was scheduled for a visit.
"I wonder if you would have anything that you could work with her that day?" She asked, quite to my surprise because so far I had never used Elizabeth's organizing talent. Did I really need someone to help me with organizing? I can take care of my own stuff, would that not be a waste of money...? But then again, I was not the neatest and cleanest person on the planet, and my office...well... I guessed my wife had a point...
"Well, I suppose, my office could need some attention with regard to my desk space and drawers... I've not really spent much time sorting things out for quite a while..."
"That's good! I'll text her that she will work with you next time around. You can write her a check for $200 after two hours of work."
That Friday arrived, and Elizabeth rang the doorbell promptly at 2 p.n., as she always did. Not sure how she managed to arrive to the very minute each time: did she never encounter traffic jams or other circumstances that could made her show up late? Maybe she arrived an hour early and parked in a neighboring street so she could always arrive perfectly on time?
I opened the door for her and asked her to enter. She said a friendly 'hello' and gave me a broad smile.
"Hello, Elizabeth! Thanks for coming over, as my wife is out today..."
"Of course, please just call me Liz... She informed me that the two of us will work in your office today, is that right?"
"Yep, not the neatest place in the house," I said, slightly apologizingly, "I just realized how badly it needs some organizing work..."
"Well, you have me!" She exclaimed with another big charming smile. "Let's get started, okay?"
During this initial conversation I had some time to look at her from head to toe... She looked elegant and attractive as always, and also had several pretty pieces of jewelry on her, in particular I liked her cute earrings that had multiple little stones in them with different colors... The gold bracelet on her left wrist was also exceptionally beautiful and attractive... Liz wore a light red blouse and black pants, and she wore black flats. Her fingernails were short and painted in dark red. I wonder if her appearance and everything would distract me too much from the work we were supposed to do...?
