Sunday, my day of rest. I lived in a small flat which suited me fine, easy to keep clean and tidy.
I did have friends of course and used to enjoy a drink or three with them and still occasionally did but they all seemed to be busy now with other things, mainly girlfriends.
I had had girlfriends of course over the years but they usually found me a bit too boring. I just hadn't found the right girl yet. I was quite happy with my own company most of the time, my passion was watching films, science fiction mainly, and when I wasn't doing that I enjoyed a good book. I sometimes wondered if I was getting old before my time.
Today I was watching a film but my mind kept wandering. I was thinking about Annie of course. My bonus as she had called it had been very generous and I knew it wasn't for my work on her garden. I had to laugh when I thought to myself that the bonus was payment for sexual favours, did that make me a male prostitute?
I decided to turn my attention back to the film as just the thought of Annie was getting me aroused.
Monday soon arrived and that afternoon as usual I arrived at Annie's and was soon at work. Today I noticed the back door was closed which was unusual. It was a bright warm day so I did wonder why that should be. I decided that I really mustn't get my hopes up and got stuck in to my work.
It was maybe two hours later that I heard the door open and then I heard, "John, John dear, would you like a drink?" it wasn't Annie's voice.
Rather confused I walked up the garden to the door and as I poked my head inside immediately recognised Meg, "Oh, hello, I wasn't expecting to see you! Where's Annie?" I asked.
"She's been called away John, her sister has been taken ill I'm afraid so she's gone to look after her. She asked me if I'd keep an eye on her place and more especially that I look after you," she explained.
"Oh OK, thank you," I said.
"I've poured you a glass of lemonade, is that OK?" Meg asked.
"That's Great, thank you," I said.
"Come through to the lounge John, best slip those boots off though. I've been on my feet all morning, I need to put my feet up," said Meg as she walked out of the kitchen.
Reaching the lounge Meg sat one end of the three seater sofa and motioned for me to sit the other end.
"Oooo that's better," she said as she kicked of her shoes, and as she lifted her legs and swung them around, she placed her feet on my lap, "Hope you don't mind dear, my feet are killing me."
"Er, no no that's fine," I said rather surprised.
"Would you do me a big favour John?" she asked.
"Yeah of course, what's that?" I asked.