Not Sick Maid In Heaven
Keywords: In, Sick, Not, Maid, Heaven,
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Now please eat as it will turn cold." I told her. The love I saw in Angie's eye was more than I would ever need.
While Angie ate her breakfast I went around the room picking up any loose items that needed to be put away. I also picked any clothes and put then in the hamper. I would wash them later when I had time.
While I cleaned up I could feel Angie's eye on me the whole time. Each time I looked back at her she was looking at me as if her gaze never wavered. Seeing she was watching me so intently I made sure to do things that she could watch. I made sure to bend in such away that the tops of my stockings and at times my panties could be seen.
When the bedroom was clean I went into the bathroom. I was only in it for a few seconds when I heard the small bell give a small ring. I quickly ran on tip toes back to the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Does Madam wish something of me?"
Angie looked surprised and quickly put the bell back on the breakfast tray and said. "I'm sorry I was just wondering what the bell was for."
"The bell is to summon me Madam. Just give it a gentle ring and I will come quickly. Is madam done with breakfast?" I asked.
"Not yet sweetie." Angie told me as she picked up her toast. I went back into the bathroom and started cleaning.
I had just about had the bathroom cleaned when I heard the bell ring once more before I heard it hit the tray. Again I ran on tip toes into the bedroom. I curtsied and asked. "Yes Madam what is it you wish?"
"Um you can take the tray now." She told me.
As I reached to take the tray her hands came up in a flash and she snatched the velvet box and the bell off the tray. When she had the box and the bell clutched to her chest she looked like a little girl who was ready to scream "Mine". The velvet box really didn't mean that much as the bracelet was all ready on her wrist. The bell I would learn she would cherish.
Once I had the tray in hand I asked. "Does Madam wish for me to draw her a bubble bath?"
"No I think I'll change and go down and read the paper." She told me. I place the tray on the floor and helped Angie to stand. She then went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of burgundy pajamas. I guess she figured the see through nightgown was wasted on a French maid.
Angie went into her closet to change, which was unusual for her, as she never thought twice about changing in front of me. While she was in her closet I stripped and remade the bed. I then got the heart shaped box of candy from my closet and placed it on the center of the bed near the pillows.
Just as I placed the candy box on the bed Angie came out of her closet. She spotted the box instantly and went to the bed and picked it up. "Jack you are a wonderful man. How did I get so lucky in finding you?" She said to herself as if I wasn't in the room.
Angie took the box of candy and turned toward me and said. "I'll be in the living room, when you're finished in here, I think that room could use a good cleaning." She sounded stern but the smile on her lips told me she was playing her part.
I was pretty much finished in the bedroom except for picking up the dirty bed linen and putting it down the laundry chute. I then took the breakfast tray down to the kitchen and cleaned up in there before going into the living room where Angie was waiting for me.
When I entered the room Angie was sitting on the sofa and she was reading the morning news paper. This was something she did every Saturday morning when we were at home. Now that she was a full partner she said we would have a lot more free weekends. She now had three associate lawyers to do the work she and I did.
On the coffee table near the part of the news paper Angie wasn't reading was a feather duster. I never seen it before and didn't even know there was one in the house.
Angie nodded her head toward the duster and said. "I think this room could use a good dusting."
I picked up the duster and started dusting the tables. After I had dusted all the tables I was working on a shelving unit when I saw a flash of light out of the side of my eye. When I turned toward the source of the light a second light flashed before my eyes.
The flash came from a camera Angie was holding. She giggled and said, "I just had to record this honey. I may never have a French maid again and I want to save a small part of it."
For the next half hour Angie took picture after picture of me in my maid's uniform. She had me pose in different ways that would show my face or my stockings or my panties. I could tell she was quite excited.
Just when Angie decided she had enough pictures the door bell rang. I looked at Angie, as I didn't want to answer it in the outfit I was wearing. But Angie smiled her wicked smile and said. "What are you waiting for, answer the door."
"What if it's someone we know," I asked in a whine.
We both knew there was a slim chance seeing we very rarely get company. So Angie said. "You wanted to be the pretty French maid and the maid answer the door. But look though the peephole first and if it's some one that might recognize you then tell me and I'll answer it." She had cut me some slack but not as much as I had hoped.
When I got to the door and looked out the peephole I saw it was the flower delivery man holding a large bouquet of red roses. Definitely not someone we knew or someone who could recognize me. I knew I had little choice but to open the door.
When I open the door I saw there was a second bouquet sitting on the ground in front of the door. When the man saw me his smile went from ear to ear. "You sure did it up right lady. No wonder your man bought you so many flowers." He told me with a leering look in his eyes." He handed me a clip board and told me to sign on two lines.
After taking back his clip board he handed me the bouquet he was holding and then picked up the second bouquet and handed that one to me as he said. "If I could get my old lady to dress like you I'd buy her a couple dozen roses too." I though if he wasn't such a jerk she just might. Of course I didn't voice my opinion
After closing the door with my heel, as my arms held both bouquets I wonder whom the other one was from. I know I had ordered the one with twenty four long stem red roses. The other bouquet also contained twenty four long stem roses but in different colors. It was really quite beautiful and I don't mind saying I was jealous someone would send flowers to Angie on Valentines Day.
As I walked into the living room with the flowers Angie stood and said. "What beautiful flowers I wonder who they're from and who they're for."
As I set the flowers down on the coffee table Angie took the card from the one with the red roses and read it a loud. "To the love of my life and the woman that changed my world. Angie I love you with all my heart, Love Jack."
I could see a tear come to Angie's eye as she read the card. She blinked it away and said. "Jack is such a wonderful man. He has given me four wonderful presents for Valentine's Day. A beautiful diamond bracelet a huge box of chocolates two dozen long stem red roses and my very own French maid for the day. How can you not love a man like Jack? You know I may have to ask him to marry one day. If I don't someone might steal him away from me."
I was shocked she would mention marriage. The subject had never been discussed. Oh I've thought about it often but I was afraid to bring it up, as I feared it would push Angie away. I was quite content to live together until she tired of me.
Keeping with the scenario I had started earlier in the day I said. "I don't think Mister Jack could be stolen from you Madam. I believe he will love you always."
"I hope your right Jackie I truly hope you are right. Now let's see who these other flowers are for." She told me as she reached for the card on the other bouquet. Angie opened the card and said, "They're for you honey." She said before she read the card. "To my very best girlfriend on her first Valentine's Day as a girl. With all my love Angie."
I was actually quite thrill to get flowers from Angie. "Thank you so much Madam I loved them" I told her as I went to hug her.
Angie put up her hands to stop me and said. "For a maid you are getting too familiar, I think it's time you returned to your duties. Please take the flowers and put them on the dinning room table then go start the laundry. I will ring if I need you. You're dismissed."
I felt rejected being dismissed like that but that was the role I was playing wasn't it. I took the flowers into the dinning room and place them neatly on the table. I then went into the laundry and started a load of towels. Just as I got the washer going I heard the bell give a ring.
As I had been doing, I ran on tip toes back to the living room. I curtsied and asked what Madam wished. Without taking her eyes off the paper she pointed toward her cup and asked for a refill. After refilling her coffee cup I went back to my chores. A few minutes later the bell was rung again. She wanted me to polish the furniture as she said she saw finger prints.
I was starting to think I had created a monster. I was being called back to the living room every few minutes after I left. I was then made to do some task that she wanted. Angie seemed to enjoy this quite a bit. I was sure she was getting a thrill from seeing me curtsey and from making me do things. I was also sure she liked seeing me prance around in my maid's uniform.
I had made her lunch at one in the after noon and after I had cleared the dishes she rung the bell. When I came in to the living room Angie was standing. She was holding her arms in front of her, as if she was holding her tummy like she was sick but her face didn't show any signs she was ill. In fact what I saw on her face was quite the opposite.
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Keywords: In, Sick, Not, Maid, Heaven,