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Preface: I apologise for posting a second unfinished story here (the other being 'Model') but this is another story that I made good progress with and then due to pressure of work have had to stop temporarily. If you like this, or Model please let me know - it will help me decide which one to finish first (or even to start another one). Mrs Cavendish by Paula Hanson (email: [email protected]) Prologue I left school that hot summer three years ago. I was only sixteen at the time, but school and me just didn't seem to get on. It wasn't that I was stupid, I just didn't fit in. I had always been shy, ever since I was a small child. At such an early age I had few friends, not by choice, but just from living in the wrong location where there were few other children of my age. As such I made may own entertainment in a private imaginary world. The problem was that I didn't develop any social skills and as I got older and came into contact with more children, I just couldn't mix. Girls in particular terrified me. I was an only child and never saw much of my cousins. Girls to me were as different as an alien species. I tried to treat them as I would other boys, and for a while this worked, but seeing as I didn't really get on so well with the other boys either, it was still a lonely life. My parents tried to force me to take up activities, different sports and joining clubs so I would meet people. This back fired as well. I just began to resent a multitude of activites that only served to highlight my inadequacies. I was okay at some sports, but mostly solo sports, not like competitive ones, I mean just the ones you can do on your own such as swimming, running and as I got older gym work. With team sports, I always seemed to make mistakes and let people down. In my teens I began to notice how different girls really were and the boys in my class began dating and going out with the girls and treating them differently. My experience of treating them like other boys was now failing in a big way. They wanted something different from me and I didn't understand what. Gradually I became even more reclusive. My studies too were average. I was too shy to ask the teachers when I didn't understand something and too shy to answer any questions out loud when I did. As a result I think they mis- understood me as well and thought I was an under-achiever. The only thing I was really good at was practical lessons, like art, but also woodwork and metal work. So every chance I got in the long summer vacations and other breaks too, I took odd-jobs such as clearing rubbish, gardening, anything so I could avoid having to mix with the other kids. In my last year, I decided to leave school that Summer. I don't know why I thought leaving school and having to look for a job would be any better, but I just wanted something different, anything different. The problem was that my parents didn't see things that way. We had some really big arguments that year about what I was going to do with my life and how was I going to get a job without qualifications and so on. Their attacks on me became more personal and they criticised my clothes and my hair which had grown down to my shoulders in another act of rebellion. When I finally quit school that summer, I quit home too. Chapter 1. Just a few days after school had finished I left town with only a single bag of clothes and what little savings I had accumulated from presents and doing odd jobs in previous summers. After arriving at the bus station, I took the first bus that was scheduled to leave and just headed out on the road to anywhere. The route out of town took me back within sight of my home, but I never looked back, not once. For three days I travelled across country, changing from bus to bus and travelling overnight as well. I still hadn't really decided where I was headed, as the bus pulled into St. Lukes. We were only scheduled for a ten minute stop to pick up and put down and also to allow remaining passengers to have a smoke and rest break before the bus continued on its journey, but finally, exhausted both physically and mentally I decided to get off there. I suppose that I had always expected to end up in a large city after setting off on my journey, but the more I thought about it, the more I realised that despite the greater number of people, the more lonely I would probably be. St Lukes just looked and felt right as we pulled in. It was one of those oldish towns, but it looked really nice and pleasant. The houses on the main road were all constructed of wood, mostly coated in paint which was in immaculate condition, and the gardens were neatly tendered. The church, the namesake of the town, stood proudly just off the town square near where the bus had pulled up. The sun positioned behind the church tower shone down into the square and its shadow offered a cool and refreshing sanctuary from the heat. I wandered around the town for about an hour exploring it and then took an ice cold bottle of Coke from a vending machine and returned back to the town square. There, I sat down on a bench, closed my eyes and and drank the Coke as I wallowed in the sun, the cool liquid smoothly washing my dry throat. At last I felt unpressured and content, I was free. In this town no-one knew me. I was able to make a fresh start without any of the excess baggage of life. I decided from now on I was just going to take life as it came. I must have dozed off in the heat and woke up with a fit much later. I realised from the position of the sun and the cooling temperature that it was late afternoon. With the evening approaching I still needed to find somewhere to sleep and walked over to the general store where there was a public notice board. I found a couple of rooms available for rent and made a note of their addresses. I asked the shop assistant for directions and made my way to the first which was only a few minutes walk away. I knocked on the front door and a few moments later a balding, overweight middle aged man opened it to greet me. I asked him about the room, but as he looked me up and down I could sense that he took an instant dislike to my appearance. He made some excuse about the room not being available for another week. I told him that I needed something that night and would be willing to take anything that was going, but he said he couldn't help me and closed the door in my face. I looked at the second address. The shop assistant had told me that this was fifteen minutes walk away on the outskirts of the town. I realised that maybe three days of travelling had taken its toll and my unkempt appearance couldn't help me in my search for a room. I made my way back towards the square and stopped off in a small diner. I ordered a milkshake and some apple pie and on finishing that used the lavatory. I locked the door, quickly stripped down and gave myself a thorough wash using just paper towels and soap from the wash basin. Next I had a quick shave with a disposable razor and then got re-dressed, ran my fingers through my hair smoothing it down and to one side. After fifteen minutes, what must have seemed an enternity to the proprietor, I reappeared. She looked at me as strangely as I nodded acknowledgement and left. Even in the early evening, the air was still warm and dry, but the sun was no longer burning through my clothes. I eventually arrived at the second address and knocked on the door. This time I had to wait even longer for an answer and was about to give up when the door opened just ever so slightly. "Who is it" a frail voice asked. "I've come about the room." I replied, talking to the door since I still couldn't see who was behind it. "The room for let, ah yes... I didn't really want to rent it out to a man." the voice answered again. My heart sank as my homeless state weighed more heavily on my shoulders. "I see, but please, even just for tonight.. maybe I could find somewhere else tomorrow... I'm new in town and really am desparate." The door opened slightly wider and I saw the old woman's face peer through the crack. She looked me up and down. "Don't like your hair" she said to me, "boys with long hair are usually trouble." "I'm no trouble ma'am, really." She looked at me disbelievingly. "You're very young aren't you? What are you doing here?" "I've just left school ma'am. I'm travelling through and really liked the look of this town. Its so... well just pretty. I just thought I would like to stay here for some time." "Left school, or got thrown out." "Left of my own choice ma'am. I just felt that I wanted to do something, and to travel, to see new places." "I see. But you don't have a job then. Got money? How can you pay the rent?" "Oh, I've got money ma'am... see!" I said opening my wallet. "Did you steal it?" she asked abruptly. "Heck, no ma'am. I'm an honest person. See look, here's my ID. This is money I've earned doing jobs." The woman looked at my ID card and then back at me. "Well, you seem to be polite enough.. why don't you come in and have a cup of coffee so we can chat a bit more. Then if I still like you, I'll show you the room." I thanked her for the opportunity to consider me and entered the house. It was a large house inside, very spacious and light. It was sparsly decorated with only essential furniture evident in the hall and living room which she led me into. I sat down in an armchair as she left to make the coffee. She returned about five minutes later with a steaming pot of ground coffee, the aroma was delicious. She also had a plate of home made cookies which she handed to me. "You look hungry." I took a couple but quickly ate those, they tasted delicious. "Go on, take some more" she urged me. "Just like my grandchildren" she laughed. We talked for maybe an hour. She asked me where I was from, what my home town was like, about school and friends and my family. She told me a little about herself, including the fact that she and her daughter lived in this house, but they had a spare room which they wanted to rent. She had one other child, a son who had left home when he got married. He had two children, the grandchildren to which she had referred. She showed me a photograph of them and then her son and her daughter. She was obviously a proud mother and I wondered if my parents would ever be as proud of me. From the photograph of her daughter, I guessed that she was perhaps in her mid-twenties to early-thirties. In the photograph, she looked quite attractive with dark shoulder length hair and fine lips. I asked the woman where her daughter was and she told me that she was a hairdresser at a local salon and was working late that evening. Eventually the old woman pronounced that she liked me. She agreed to show me the room and let me stay for that evening, but said that I could only stay longer if her daughter agreed. I was happy just to have a room for one night and told her so. The room itself was small but uncluttered. The furniture comprised a single bed, small wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a vanity table. At the back of the room, a single sash window opened to reveal a view of a large back garden. "Is it okay?" the old woman asked me. "Its great" I replied. "I'll take it if that's okay!" I paid the woman a weeks rent on deposit and one other week in advance, but she insisted to me once again that she would return all but one evenings rent the next day if her daughter didn't agree to me staying longer. As she left, she closed the door behind her and I let myself fall back onto the bed and stretched out. I woke up slightly startled by a quiet knocking sound on my door. "Hang on a minute" I said groggily as I staggered up and walked to the door. I opened it and found a younger woman standing outside. "Hi, my name's Christine. My mother's been telling me about you... say I haven't woken you up have I... sorry." "No, that's okay." "Its just we're having something to eat and mother wondered if you'd like to join us." "Wow, that's real friendly of you, thanks. I'll come down now." I smoothed my hair back with my hands, had a quick stretch and left the room. "My name's Matt by the way" I said to the woman holding out my hand. She shook it and said "I know, mother told me!" I walked downstairs with Christine. She looked very similar to her photograph which I deduced must have been taken quite recently. She was maybe 5' 5" tall, a similar height to myself, and had a slender build. Her hair was still shoulder length, styled to one side and the back was filled out with large loose curls. It looked slightly lighter in real life, and as the light caught it, I could see that it was dark auburn in color. Her mother greeted me once again and I was shown to a chair at the dinner table. I sat down with the daughter as the mother served us a roast dinner. She then sat down as well and we began to eat and talk. "Mother told me you just left school. So why did you came here?" Christine asked me. "Well to be honest I just wanted to see somewhere else other than where I have always lived. I got on a bus and have been travelling for three days and nights. When we stopped here earlier today, it just felt the right time to get off." "That's an amazing philosophy, saying it just felt right to get off. Do you always follow your impulses." I blushed, "Well no, I don't usually. But that's what this is about really for me. It's kind of a fresh start. Trying to find somewhere that I really feel happy." "So what do you plan doing here? Do you plan to stay long, or are you just going to drift off again?" Christine asked. "Well probably at some point, when the urge takes me again. I don't know when, or even if. As to what am I going to do, well firstly I need to get some sort of job." "What do you do, do you have any skills?" "Well, nothing formal miss. Not leaving school and all. But I'm good with my hands and do odd jobs and so on. I can be a sort of handy man. I like gardening as well." "Sounds like you Chrstine" the old woman said, "good with your hands, but never did like school." The younger woman blushed. "Shush mother. I have done okay for myself at the salon and you know I enjoy it a lot there." Turning back to me she said "Well, we still have a vacancy at the salon where I work for a wash girl and receptionist, but I don't think you'd be the right person for that somehow." This time I blushed awkwardly as she laughed. "You could work in our garden tomorrow. Mother finds it too much of a struggle now and I never have enough time to sort it out. If you can give it all a good tidy up, clear the weeds and mow the grass, and fix the fence at the back and so on, I guess we could call that equal to a day's rent. I'll ask around with the customers at the salon for you as well and see if any of them need anything doing. It might also be worth you putting a card in the window at Johnson's." "Is that the general store by the square?" I asked. Christine nodded. "That's where I got the address for here." There was silence for a moment and then I realised the implication of what Christine had said. "So does that mean you don't mind me staying after tonight then?" I asked. "No, that's right. We'll see how it goes, but you seem a nice enough boy. One word of advice I would give you though" Christine offered, "if I was you I would get a haircut. People around here are fairly conservative. They might be interested in a hired help, but if you turn up looking scruffy they will probably change their minds again. Long hair and boys doesn't really go down so well here. If you want I could fit you in at the salon tomorrow morning before we open." "Thanks...but would you mind if I pass you up on that at the moment. I've kind of got attached to my hair over the past year and had a lot of grief from my parents over it. If I decide not to stay for too long, I might regret it if I cut it off. Perhaps if I can't get any work, I''ll take you up, but.." "Your decision... just trying to help. I hope it doesn't matter, might be a sign that this towns moving into the twentieth century." she laughed easily. Chapter 2. By the time I had got up the next morning, Christine had already left for work. After the mother had given me some breakfast, I also walked back into town and entered the general store. "Can I help you?" the shopkeeper asked as I approached the counter. "Yes Sir, I'd like to put an ad in your window please." The man gave me a card and a pen to write the advertisment with. 'Odd job man available now. No job too big or small. Willing to work indoors and outdoors. Hard worker. Rates negotiable. Please telephone....' and I wrote down the telephone number Christine had given me. I gave the card to the man with enough money to cover the cost of display for a week. As he took the card he looked at it and then me sneeringly and placed it in the window. I walked back outside and stood in front of the window and read the card again. Pleased with myself I then returned back to the house. As I walked through the town, I noticed the salon which I assumed was where Chrstine was working. The salon, called 'Country Look: Hair for men and women', was set in the middle of a row of other shops and had a large window which was draped with a net curtain blocking the view inside. I walked over to the salon for a closer look and walked passed the salon peering over the net curtain inside. In order to get a better view, I walked back in the opposite direction and then the first way once more, pacing up and down. I felt a bit daft, but realised nobody had noticed me doing this. From the numerous passes that I had made, I had noticed that Christine and one other woman was working inside. The salon looked typically like an old fashioned woman's salon that my mother used to go to. There was a row of chairs in front of a large wall mirror where the stylists worked and behind these running against the other wall was a line of hood dryers. At the back of the salon were a row of wash basins and I noticed that just in front of the window, there was a small bench where someone was seated waiting for their appointment. Both the stylists were busy and I wondered about going in to say hello to Christine but decided against it. Despite the salon saying hair for men and women, I got the impression that the few men actually went into the salon, except maybe for a short haircut or trim. The salon itself did not look too ultra modern, probably since there was no requirement for that type of establishment in St Lukes. I carried on walking out of town and arrived back at the house about 11:00. As agreed with Christine I started work in the garden straight away. It was another hot summer's day and I soon built up a sweat just clearing the weeds. By 1:00 I had finished clearing all the beds and Christine's mother made me a sandwich and a glass of milk. I sat out in the garden as I ate the food basking in the sun. Soon after, I started work again, trying my hardest to repay the hospitality that the two ladies had shown me. I continued working solidly for another four hours. Just before six in the evening, Christine arrived back from work. "Wow" she said, "you HAVE been busy. This looks a lot a better." "Thanks" I replied. "Say, would you like to walk back into the town again this evening... I could show you around a little bit and we could have something to eat at the local diner. It's not like mum's cooking but it's okay." "Are you sure... you don't mind." "No that's fine." Christine answered. "You'd better clean yourself up though." I agreed and went upstairs to shower and change. Half an hour later Christine and I walked back towards the town centre. She pointed out various sights and buildings to me along the way and told me a little about some of the characters who lived in the houses. We arrived at the diner around 7:30 and had a pleasant meal. I had built up a large appetite from the physical work during the day but Christine ate only a light meal prefering to have a desert as well. "Got to watch my figure" she said, tapping her stomach gently and laughing to herself. I told her she looked fine to me, but she reminded me that woman are mostly never satisfied with their shape. We drank some coffee after our meal and then suddenly she said "Oh Gosh. I almost forgot to tell you, I've got you a job for the next few days." "Really... where?" I asked excitedly. "It's at a large house, about two and half miles from where we live, on the outskirts of town also, but more in the North West direction. The house is owned by a Mrs Cavendish. She was in the salon today. Not one of my clients, but Rachel did her. Anyway, as I said, I asked the people that came in if they wanted any help. Well, this Mrs Cavendish sounded quite keen and said she had quite a few jobs that you could do for her. It will probably last a few days by the sound of it." "That's great news. At least it'll give some other people a chance to see my advert as well in the shop. Thanks Christine... for asking." "That's okay, it was no problem... and if you do as good a job for her as you have with our garden, then I'll think she will be happy to recommend you too. Best way to get business, word of mouth and rely on the locals to spread the word." Christine was busy drawing me a map of how to get to the house on a serviette. "She's expecting you to arrive around 10:00 tomorrow morning. It'll take you a good thirty minutes to walk there I should think. If you want, there's a push bike in the potting shed in the garden. It's mine, in other words it's a girls bike, but you can use it if you want." "No, I'll be able to walk that far. That's okay, but thanks for the offer. But what's she like, this Mrs Cavendish." "She seems nice enough, always talks to me as well as Rachel in the salon. She lives alone in the house, her husband died about three years ago. He was a wealthy businessman... I think they owned some retail business, not sure what in. Anyway, after he died, Mrs Cavendish sold the business to somone else and essentially retired off the proceeds. I think she is involved with some charity work, something like that, and also writes articles for magazines... but I think its quite irregular. She doesn't come into town too often, but isn't reclusive either. She does a fair amount for the local community and holds the odd bash in her garden, perhaps an afternoon tea for the local women, that sort of thing. Always comes to the salon on Tuesday mornings.. not that she needs to, she always looks impeccably presented.. you'll see what I mean by that tomorrow." Christine looked at me. "I just hope she doesn't object to your long hair." I was disappointed that Christine had raised that issue again, only just after having given me such good news. "Awww c'mon Christine, you said she sounded keen. If she needs the help I'm sure she'll give me a chance." "Like I said Matt, people around here are a little more conservative than most areas today and they have very prim attitudes. I guess from her appearance and social standing that Mrs Cavendish is no exception and may even be worse than some others I could think of." "Okay Christine, look, I'll tell you what... if this Mrs Cavendish slams the door in my face tomorrow after I arrive and won't let me in just because of my hair, then I'll let you cut it. Is that a deal!" "Deal" she said smiling back. Chapter 3. I left the house at 9:30AM sharp the next morning and walked at a steady pace using the map that Christine had sketched for me. Despite her drawing it from memory, it was very accurate, signalling all the important landmarks on the way, and illustrated the fact that she had lived in this town all her life. In a way I envied Christine and the settled life that she had, being so content and happy to remain in one place and never want to explore anywhere else. Ironically, she envied me and my ability to just get up and leave my roots. I arrived at the house of Mrs Cavendish just before 10 O'clock. It was even more grand than I had imagined from Christine's description. The house was actually located on the top of a hill and was set in its own private grounds. The entrance off the road was through a large gate which was open, and the grounds were seemingly surrounded by tall iron wrought railings with a mixture of tall hedgegrow and a variety of trees ensuring privacy. It took me five minutes to walk the distance from the gate to the front entrance of the house following the gravel path. As I arrived I turned back around and saw that from the house, there was an excellent view overlooking most of the quaint picturesque town and in particular the church spire. I rang the doorbell and waited. I waited for three or maybe four minutes, it seemed a long time and still there was no answer so I rang again. After a wait of a few more minutes, there was still no reply. Slightly puzzled I checked my watch. It now read just before 10:10. I hadn't been late, or if I had it was only by one or two minutes. I wondered if Mrs Cavendish had forgotten about me, and then the thought entered my head that she was perhaps looking at me through the window and not answering because of my long hair. Maybe Christine had been right after all. I shuffled uneasily from foot to foot and wondered what to do next, should I wait, or should I return back to the town. It seemed a long walk back to the town having achieved nothing, and at the same time I felt uneasy staying on the grounds which were clearly private property. I backed off from the house slightly and examined the windows along the front facade. Gradually I followed the path around the side of the house and then around to the back. From here, the view was South facing. The house overlooked a scenic panorama of empty fields, forest land and and an unimpeded view of a mountain range in the distance. In the middle of the land mass was a large lake, the sunlight already shimmering off its surface. I then looked around the grounds themselves and noticed the perfectly tendered gardens and lawn. To one side there was a trellis supporting trailing plants, the immaculate looking lawn was punctuated with a path of shrub and ground cover plants in flower. Then just off to one side I noticed the summer house. As I made my way towards that I heard a voice with a plum British accent call from behind me, "Excuse me, yes...who are you?" I turned around to face the woman. "I'm Matt. Christine, the hairdresser sent me here. She said you wanted some help ma'am." "Oh, that's correct... yes.. you're the odd job boy are you. Come here and let me have a good look at you then." I walked over to the woman who was standing in the frame of the large patio doors which were open. As I approached her, I noticed how beautiful she really was. As Christine had said, always immaculately turned out. She was perhaps in her mid-thirties. She had a perfectly clear skin complexion and her eyes were penetrating and glowing with vibrancy at the same time. She was perhaps an inch or two taller than me, but her frame was that of a shapely figure. She wore little make-up that was evident except for her lips. However, her eyebrows were neatly shaped. Her dark, perhaps jet black hair was also neatly coiffured into an off the shoulder style that she wore loose. Her clothes showed off the shape of her figure to its best advantage. Either she was expecting company I thought or she is going out. She wore a pale strawberry colored blouse with a ruffled design and a tight fitting red pencil skirt that was a few inches above knee length. I stopped a respectful three feet in front of her. She looked me over and walked around me once and then a second time as if I were on a parade inspection without saying a word. I began to feel uneasy when she finally said, "You'll do.. now come inside and we can discuss your duties over some coffee if you would like some" I nodded eagerly and followed her into the main living room and then kitchen. She asked me to sit down at the table as she took a pot of hot fresh coffee and placed it on the table along with two cups and saucers. She carefully poured out the coffee, not spilling a drop. "Cream, milk or sugar?" she asked. "Um.. milk and one sugar please." She walked over to the refridgerator, took the milk and poured it from the carton into a small china jug. She placed this and a small sugar bowl on the table and sat down on a chair opposite me. "So Matt... tell me... what exactly can you do.. Christine was a little vague on the specific skills you are offering." Her speech was punctuated by a breathsy pauses typical of a woman who felt no need to rush anything in particular. "Well ma'am, um... I'm kind of good with my hands, and I can do gardening...I did some for Christine yesterday and she was pleased with that.. if you have anything needs fixing also... anything really...just odd jobs." I answered nervously. "I see... well I do have a number of jobs that you could do for me... I want some work doing in the garden in particular... my regular man has gone off sick with a back problem and could be absent for a few weeks. If I'm pleased with you, I may be interested in hiring you on a more regular basis in the interim. There are a few other jobs you can do for me as well, but we can come to those later. Let me see how good a worker you are first... I'm a stickler for standards... I don't like slacking and I'm very particular about neatness and tidiness. Okay... if you have finished your coffee, I'll show you what I want doing in the garden." She stood up and I followed her back outside. We walked around the garden together. Since the grounds essentially surrounded the house, there front and back gardens merged together. She explained to me that she wanted a rockery formed in one corner near the summer house. She also wanted me to tender the lawn and weed the planting beds. I also was expected to treat the gravel path, de-weeding it and picking up any loose rubbish. In addition I was told to paint the picket fence at the rear, the wooden summer house and finally make some general repairs. I was told that all the materials were available in a storage shed on the blind side of the house and to help myself as needed. With that the woman left me to carry out my duties as prescribed. I looked around, not quite sure where to start. What she had asked for would probably take me at least two or three days to complete. In the end I decided to start with the hardest work, figuring that I could do some lighter jobs like the fence painting later if I was tired. I started with the formation of the rockery first. As she had explained, the rocks and tools had already been assembled in the storage shed. Unfortunately her gardener had injured himself before having time to start the work. I found a wheelbarrow to move the large stones from the shed to the location she wanted it formed and began the process of transferring the materials first. Filled with enthusiasm and a lot of energy, I made good progress initially. However, as the sun began to beat down on my body, getting hotter and hotter as the day moved on, I got more sweaty and tired. I noticed after a while that Mrs Cavendish had reappeared in the garden and was sitting on the patio intermittenly reading magazines and watching me. She never came over to inspect my work, but seemed content to watch me from a distance. Her presence made me continue my work at a steady pace, not wanting her to get the impression that I was slacking at all. After an hour of working in the strong heat, I paused for a few moment, standing upright and stretching my back to relieve the tensions accumulating in my muscles. My hair had became matted and damp with sweat and I pushed it back and away from my face. My t-shirt was also damp and sticky. I wondered about removing it and working topless, but thought that perhaps the prim Mrs Cavendish may not approve. After a few moments or rest, I resumed working, digging out the ground and placing some of the larger rocks into position. Soon the temperature of my body increased again and with the repeated bending down I was doing, I was constantly pushing overhanging hair from my face. It was around 12:30 that Mrs Cavendish walked over to me and looked at my work. "You are making very good progress" she said looking pleased. "I've been watching you from the patio and you seem to be a hard worker, but your'e looking a little hot and bothered at the moment. Would you like to stop for a rest and join me for some luncheon?" I accepted her invitation as graciously as I could in my pitiful looking state and followed her back to the patio. Spread out on the table, she had arranged a number of plates containing freshly prepared salad, cold meats and crusty bread. She invited me to sit down and offered me a glass of red wine to go with my food. As I rested, my body began to cool in the shade, and the tasty food satisfied a hunger. The wine slipped down my throat easily and she offered me another glass which I accepted. As I pushed my hair off my face once more, she asked "Doesn't hair that length bother you in this heat?" "Well... I guess so ma'am.. I mean its the longest its been before and so I've never done so much work in heat like this... but it's okay... it won't be this hot all the time." "I see.. it just looks so awful at the moment and I felt sure it was bothering you too." I smiled apologetically but didn't say anything further. I inwardly hoped that she wasn't going to ask me to cut it as a condition of my continuing to work for her. After we had finished lunch, I stood up to return to working on the rockery. However, Mrs Cavendish called out, "Oh... before you carry on working outside, I would like you to do one job for me inside first." I turned back around to face her and said "sure." She led me back inside the house and we passed through the kitchen and into the hall. "Its upstairs" she said, gesturing to the wide wood-stained staircase, "in the main bedroom." I followed her up the stairs and into the room. It was a grand size, luxuriously spacious, with a large king size bed in the centre of the room. Near one of the two large windows at the rear facade was a dressing table and chair. There was also two large double wardrobe units in the room which had mirrored doors. She opened one of the units and pointed inside. "These two shelves need re-fixing." Inside the wardrobe unit on the floor was a screwdriver and a bag of screws. After selecting the correct ones, it was a simple matter of re-securing the shelving units to the wardrobe. The simple task took less than ten minutes to complete. I noticed that the woman was again watching me from a seated position on her bed as I worked. "There we are ma'am... finished" I said triumphantly and turned around smiling at her. She walked over to examine the unit and smiled pleasantly "that's very good and so quick too. You really are a good little worker Matt." I carefully moved around her as she stood looking at the unit and started towards the door to head back downstairs. "Just a minute" she called to me. "There's something else I want to do" she said making her way over to the dressing table. "Here, sit down" she said as she moved the chair out from her dressing table and turned it around so the back was to the mirror. I swallowed uncertainly and made my way over to the chair. "Why... what do you want me to do?" I asked. "Just relax Matt... I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to tidy that mess of hair of yours. Like I said, I am a stickler for tidiness." She stood behind me as I sat down on the chair, she placed one hand on each side of my head and ran her hands through my hair, smoothing it down and collecting it at the back. Gathering the hair in one hand, she then took a brush off the table and proceeded to slowly comb through the crown, smoothing it down and gathering more and more at the back. I began to relax as I felt the teeth of the brush pull through the thickness of my hair and scratch against the surface of my scalp. I could not see what she was doing, but the nerves at the back of my neck tickled as she then ran the brush through the hair at the base of the neck upward, once again collecting the hair in her other hand. She combed through the gathered hair once more taking out any tangles I assumed, then she put the brush down. I waited for her to let my hair go and feel the sensation of it loose and covering my neck once more, but it never arrived. My neck felt cool and unusual, exposed. I could feel her hands moving, manipulating the hair at the back of my head, a slight occassional pressing sensation as her palms rested on my scalp, albeit for a mere instant. And then she let go. I waited, but still my neck remained cool, weightless, no hair fell back down. I turned my head upwards to face her as she moved to my side. "That's better" she told me. "What.." I asked surprised, putting my hands to the back of my neck gingerly. I gently touched the skin and ran my fingers up my neck towards the nape. I continued and felt the lie of the hair moving upwards, only the odd single strand loose. "Careful.. don't pull it." she warned me excitedly. "But what have you done", I asked as I delicately moved my hands further up and bought them away from the scalp. I discovered a bulge of hair and pressed it slightly. The substantial lump remained in place. I traced the shape of the mass with the back of two fingers, noting the spherical shape. "It feels strange.." I said as my hand returned back to my neck, holding it, feeling it again still exposed. I then moved my hands to my chek bones and felt for the loose, falling hair around my face, my ears. Once again I found nothing, but a neatly defined hairline, a sharp border between skin and hair. My ears felt cool and bare. My hands moved up towards my bangs, again nothing. "Would you like to see...in the mirror?" Mrs Cavendish asked. I nodded and she let me turn around to face the dressing table once more. I saw my face, bare exposed, and the hair all neatly taken back, seeming to disappear into nothing. She held up a hand mirror and I moved my hair to see the back. There in the relflection I saw the mound, the tightly coiled bun, neat, hardly a hair out of place. "Don't you think that's better?" she asked me again, seeking re-assurance. "I.. I don't know. It just seems so... feminine, it feels so strange, my neck...cool." "That's what so nice about it in this heat." she laughed. "You'll feel so much better like that, and it looks so much tidier too. I can see that face of yours now." I blushed. "You're really cute... you have such nice features, you don't want to hide behind all that hair... so delicate" her voice trailed off as I blushed even further. "Come on lets go outside and I'll get you some lemonade before you start on that rockery again" she said, tugging me gently by the arm. I stood up and followed her, then stopped. "What's wrong?" she asked looking at me quizzically. "I can't go out like this." I said. "What do you mean. What's wrong?" "My hair, put up like this. I mean its too feminine. I feel silly." "You're being silly" she said correcting me. "Why, what do you mean its too feminine." "Well, its just guys don't have their hair up like this. I mean..." "I don't see the problem" she insisted, "it's just us here. No-ones going to see and anyway some guys do wear their hair like that." "I haven't seen any. I mean, its just me.. I just feel self conscious. How do you keep it up like that." "Oh, just an elasticated bun-net. But it's so fine, it's virtually invisible. No- one can see it. But anyway, its like I said, its only us here. Oh, don't be so silly Matt. Anyway, you'll feel a lot cooler with your hair like that." I hesitated further. "I'll get some lemonade and put it outside. If you don't come out you can't have any." and she walked into the kitchen. I stayed inside for a few moments more and then took a deep breath and followed her through to the patio. She gestured to me to sit down in the chair again as she poured out the drink. I sat silently sipping at the drink, feeling awkward and embarrassed. She seemed to be watching me intently, perhaps with a slight smirk forming in her lips. "Are you okay Matt?" she finally asked sounding somewhat sympathetic. "Not really ma'am, I feel pretty stupid sitting here with my hair like this." I replied perhaps slightly abruptly. "I am sorry about that Matt. I was only trying to think of you. You looked so hot working in the garden this morning, and your hair was constantly getting in your face. I just thought you might find this a little easier to cope with. Please just see how you find it. It really does look much smarter if nothing else." I blushed slightly, but nodded reluctantly to do as the woman said. In truth I did feel stupid, but the job was more important to me. As she said, there was no one else here to see me and it didn't seem to hurt, so after the lemonade I went off again towards the rockery to start working once more. Surprisingly Mrs Cavendish had been right about the hair. Although it felt slightly strange, a slight tugging around the back of the neck as I moved around, it was indeed a lot cooler. I soon built up a sweat, around my upper body again, but this time my neck seemed a lot cooler and also the hair didn't keep falling into my face as it had before. This made me a lot more efficient, although I still had to stop for regular breaks just to catch my breath in the stifling heat. I glanced over to were the elegant woman was seated on the patio still. She had been watching me intently all afternoon, never seeming to take her gaze off me. As the afternoon got later, the temperature finally began to cool slightly. I noticed this time Mrs Cavendish had disappeared into the house. However, around 5:30 she reappeared. "Matt... I guess you are nearly finished for the day now... its getting quite late and you have been working very hard all day." I pulled up slightly and stepped back from the rockery that was now nearly completed. "My... you have done an excellent job there haven't you" the woman enthused. "But you did look very tired and dirty. How did you find your hair this afternoon... cooler, easier to handle?" she asked knowingly. "Yes.. it was a lot better actually... thanks, I'm sorry I got all uptight about it.. I just felt kind of stupid, I hope you understand." "Of course I do Matt, but you should trust me... I didn't want to embarrass you at all. Now, I know I am paying you well for your time here, but I am so pleased with what you have done today, I would be very happy if you would agree to stay for some dinner this evening." "Well, gee... thanks ma'am, but I don't know... I mean, I don't know if Christine and her mother will be expecting me..." "Oh, that's okay Matt, I can phone them and tell them you are having a meal with me." "Well, if you're sure it's no bother, I'd be delighted to have something with you." "That's fine, that's settled then. Now if you'd like to put your things away in the shed, until tomorrow morning again, I'll go and start the dinner...hope you like chicken!" I watched the woman stride off again across the lawn, graceful but confident. I collected the tools together and replaced them back in the shed and locked up. I made my way back around to the patio and then entered into the kitchen where Mrs Cavendish had started preparing the meal. "Oh.. hello Matt, come on in.. don't be shy. Dinner won't be for another hour yet, but you can have some wine and relax. One thing though, I think you had better shower before dinner. I don't mean to be horrible, but after all that work today, you're a bit... well smelly, you know." "I'm sorry.." I said embarrassed. "No, I didn't mean to be rude. It's just, well there's plenty of time before dinner." "You mean I can shower here?" I asked surprised. I had assumed she had expected me to return to my bedsit and then come back to the house again later. "Yes of course, upstairs." "It's no trouble?" I asked still surprised. "No, none at all." She gestured her hand towards the door leading to the hall and I followed her out and back up the stairs again. She showed me the bathroom, which was all tiled in an artistic peach color. There was a corner spa bath, a wash basin and a separate shower cubicle all in the spacious room. The carpet, also a peach color, had a thick pile and felt soft under the feet. "Would you prefer a shower or a bath, or even both?" she asked. "Shower will be fine ma'am" I answered. "The bath is very nice for soothing tired muscles, its like a jacuzzi.. a bit of bubble bath and I can just wallow in there for hours...." she said daydreamingly. "No...just the shower ma'am that will be fine. just to get some of this dirt off like you say." "Okay then.. here are some towels and a bath robe.. the shower gel is over there... um... you can adjust the temperature and the pressure with this." she carried on as she showed me how to use the shower. "I'LL let you carry on then Matt. See you later.. no rush... just relax and enjoy yourself." Mrs Cavendish left the bathroom closing the door gently behind her. I stripped my clothes off slowly, my aching muscles by now had got stiff having stopped the physical work for the day. I threw my clothes, carelessly onto a chair in the corner of the bathroom near the door and then caught a view of myself in a large wall mounted mirror as I walked across to the shower. I stood and admired my body, my thin, but well defined figure, not too muscular but not puny either. In my reflection I noticed my hair was still pulled back into the bun and I felt embarrassed once more. I lifted one hand to the back of my head and felt around for the elasticed hairnet and then pulled it off, releasing my hair which fell back onto my shoulders in a matted tangled clump. I fluffed it out slightly with both hands, put the hairnet onto a shelf near the washbasin and then stepped into the shower closing the cubicle door behind me. As I turned on the water jet, the pulsating spray and heat of the water relaxed my body and mind. I languished in the torrent of warm water, allowing it to drench my hair and wash all over my body. My muscles began to relax and the tension eased out of them. I found some shampoo and washed my hair first. Next to the bottle I also found some conditioner. I hadn't really used conditioner before, thinking of it as something only woman used, but I was curious here and it was free, so in the end I read the instructions and applied some through my hair. I left it in while I used the shower gel over the rest of my body. It had a slightly floral fragrance, perhaps perfurmed, definitely feminine though. Still, I said to myself, what should have I expected in a house inhabited only by a single woman. As Mrs Cavendish had insisted, I took plenty of time having my shower and cleansing myself, removing the grime and sweat from a hard days work. Eventually though I rinsed the shower gel from my body and then the conditioner from my hair. I allowed myself to drain off slightly and wringed my hair before opening the cubicle door and then stepped out feeling for the bath robe as water stilldripped into my half closed eyes. I eventually found the robe and slipped it on. Then I also found a towel and rubbed my face and hair a bit dryer, taking the excess water away. I saw myself in the slightly steamed mirror again and then looked down. The bath robe too was clearly for a woman. While plain white in color, it was distinctly soft and fluffy to the touch and it also came down to just below calf length. I shrugged and carried on drying myself. Once I had finished the drying process and the condensation had cleared more from the room, I walked back over to my pile of clothes. It was then that I noticed that my heap had been replaced with a much neater pile. I picked up the first item and examined it. It was a cotton white shirt, but then no.. I realised it wasn't a shirt, but in fact it was a blouse. I opened the door slightly ajar, still dressed in the towelling robe and called downstairs, "Mrs Cavendish.... Mrs Cavendish..." The woman arrived at the top of the stairs just a few moments later. "Yes Matt, what's wrong" she asked sounding concerned. "My clothes.. they're not here.. where I left them.. on this chair" I said opening the door wider so she could see inside. "Oh yes... is that all Matt... I know. While you were showering I took the liberty of taking those smelly dirty clothes and put them in the wash for you. You can have them back tomorrow morning when you get here." "But.. can't I have them now.. I mean I don't have anything else to wear.. I need." "Oh, but I left you something there Matt.. didn't you see." she said peeking around the door again and pointing towards the chair. "These..." I shrieked over excitedly, "but they're womens clothes. This is a blouse, not a shirt and these are womens slacks" I said pointing to the black trouser like garment. "Well I know that Matt dear. What other clothes do you think I will have in a house all on my own. It would be a bit strange for me to have a wardrobe of mens clothes now wouldn't it." "Well yes, but I just didn't think that you would take my clothes and put them in the wash without asking me and then just leaving me womens clothes to wear." "I'm sorry. Perhaps I should have said first. But since you were showering to get clean anyway, it would seem a bit pointless to put those dirty clothes on again wouldn't it. Anyway, I think if you put these on, you'll see that no one will really notice. They're not too feminine you know. Just try them and you'll see. I mean you can't go home naked anyway can you!" she laughed. I realised my predicament at that point. Not only was I going to have to wear these clothes for dinner, but I was actually going to have to walk home in them as well. Inwardly I groaned, but agreed and closed the door. I took the bath robe off and then picked up the white blouse and pulled it over my upper body. It surprised me initially that it fitted so well, but then I remembered that Mrs Cavendish and I had a similar stature. I fumbled with the buttons, which awkwardly fastened in the opposite way that I was used to, but finally got the garment properly on. Next I picked up the slacks, and as I did so, they revealed another garment, a pair of plain cotton panties underneath. I groaned again realising that Mrs Cavendish had even put my underwear in the wash. Not only did I now feel embarrassment from having to put on the female clothes, but also the fact that this woman had handled my soiled underwear as well without asking me. Whereas initially I had felt awkward and uneasy, but I had appreciated her positive intent, now I began to get more annoyed at her imposition. I pulled on the panties which again felt unusual since the cut was so different to my normal underwear. For a start the waist line came up much higher than I was used to, and secondly it was hard to store my genitals and penis within the garment. Eventually I managed to thrust everything in and pulled on the slacks quickly. These too had a high waist line and the cut was again such that they were much tighter than the trousers I had been used to. I looked at myself in the mirror after I had finished dressing. The reflection was strange. The clothes were definitely not masculin, but neither were they overtly feminine as Mrs Cavendish had suggested. I conceded that she may be right once more and that I may acutally get home in the darker evening without anyone noticing me too much. I opened up the bathroom door to find her standing near her bedroom. "Oh, that looks fine Matt. See, it isn't so bad is it?" "Some of the clothes feel a little strange..." "Oh, you'll get used to that, I'm sure. Now if you come back over here, I'll brush your hair through for you again. I'm getting quite attracted to that mane of yours." I blushed at her suggestion, but made my way over. I was reluctant that she might try to put it into a bun again, or some other feminine form. I remembered the bun net was still in the bathroom and hoped she did just mean a brush through. She gestured for me to sit down in the seat once more and then she began combing it through, slowly and carefully removing any tangles. She seemed to enjoy the process herself, taking a long time just to comb my hair through, but the experience became more pleasurable with each stroke as she worked her way through from the roots to the ends of my long layers. "You really do have beautiful hair Matt, I'm sure many women are envious of you." I laughed. "Actually, I'm surprised Mrs Cavendish, Christine seemed to think you might object to my hair." "Why's that" the woman asked. "Because she thought you might think me scruffy, or a bad person because of it." Mrs Cavendish laughed. "Oh no, not bad, I'm not that shallow. Maybe I am a little fussy about appearance... when your hair was dangling every which way this morning... now that was an awful eyesore... but in the afternoon after I had put it up for you, then it looked nice." At this point she seemed to finish combing the hair back and had gather the side and front hair into the centre near the back of the crown. I then heard her put the brush down, but she didn't let go of the hair. Instead she made a quick twist action with her wrist and then I felt a tightening at the back of my head. "There, that will hold it in place while it dries off naturally." "What..." I asked spinning around to the mirror trying to see what she had done this time. "Oh.. don't be so worried all the time Matt. It's only a butterfly clip, just to hold the hair back off your face while it dries. Don't worry I don't expect you to go home with it in, if you don't want to." she said teasingly. She backed off and let me stand up. I followed her back down the stairs towards the kitchen. As I passed through the hall, I caught a passing reflection of myself in two opposing mirrors. I stepped back and examined myself once more. From the recursive relfections I could see for the first time the bright pink clip that she had placed in my hair. I cringed with embarrassment once again. I walked back into the kitchen and Mrs Cavendish handed me a glass of wine. "Here" she said, "this might help you to relax and little, and as you youngsters say - chill out a little isn't it?" she giggled to herself. Next she passed me a large knife, "also might as well make yourself useful while your standing here and chop up those vegetables for me." I started cutting up the carrots, tomatoes, peppers and then the onions with the knife. The latter bringing tears to my eyes. When I finished, Mrs Cavendish handed me a tissue to blow my nose and dry my eyes. Meanwhile she poured the vegetables into a hot frying pan and began to cook them. A little over ten minutes later we were sitting at the table eating out meal. During the dinner Mrs Cavendish asked me lots of questions about my family and friends and school life. I explained to her what I had already told Christine and her mother. She genuinely seemed interested in my background and my plans for the future, which I had to admit were pretty open ended at this stage. She also questioned me a lot on girlfriends and what sort of girls I liked. I found these questions a little personal and painful, but she was gentle in her approach and was skilful at extracting answers from me. By the time we had finished our main course, we had also finished the bottle of wine. Without asking, Mrs Cavendish opened another bottle and poured me another glass. Not being used to alcoholic beverages the effects were now getting to me and I found my head was a little woozy and my thought processes much harder to control. We had some backed Alaska for dessert and then retired to the living room for more talk and wine. "What about the dishes.." I asked pointing towards the kitchen. "Oh leave them for now Matt... I'll tell you what.. they can be your first duty when you arrive tomorrow morning." I groaned inwardly again, me and my big mouth... I hate washing up and especially the drying. My mother had always tried to get me to help out in the kitchen with her and I was always trying to avoid it. Now this woman wanted me to do it all on my own the next day. I watched her intently as she lay on the sofa kicking her shoes off and stretching out. She lit a cigarette and blew some smoke seductively into the air. "Do you want one?" she asked me. "No thanks.. don't smoke." I replied honestly. She smiled but didn't reply. She watched me and I watched her as an awkward silence fell between us. Eventually I broke that silence. "Mrs Cavendish.." "Julia.. please... when you're not working for me... when you're my guest and you've just had a nice meal my name is Julia. Now when you back here at work tomorrow morning.. I think if we say 9:30 tomorrow.. then it's Mrs Cavendish again. Is that okay Matt... can you separate between business and pleasure." "Sure, I think I can Mrs.. sorry, Julia." "So what was you going to say." "Sorry, yes.. I was just going to ask Julia" I said emphasising her name almost as one practices a foreign word when hearing it for the first time, "whether you ever get lonely up here, living on your own?" "Yes.. of course I do. I have friends in the village and other friends further afield. And some do visit occassionaly, but yes.. in the evenings on my own it is very quiet. That's why it has been so nice to have the pleasure of a young man for dinner this evening." I smiled and blushed simultanously. The evening moved on at a fast pace. We drank more wine and then some fresh coffee but around 10:30, the clock chimed and caught my attention. "Oh my god, the time.. I must go.. please.. I'm sorry... I hadn't realised it was so late.." "Oh Matt.. don't worry... must you go.. why not stay the night.. I have spare rooms and its no bother." "No, I'm sorry Mrs Cavendish, um Julia, I'm sure Christine and her mother will be concerned about me if I'm not there tomorrow morning and... well anyway.. you have a reputation to think of.." She giggled at my concern and I wondered if she were drunk too. I made my way slightly unsteadily towards the front door. Julia made her way up towards the door also and as I opened it she called my name. "Matt.. hang on a moment before you go." I turned around to face her. She walked up to me smiling and placed one arm around my neck and then the other. With her hands she then drew my face towards hers and placed her lips firmly on mine. The kiss was passionate but brief and I felt a stirring in my panties as I became aroused by this unexpected and unique experience in my life. She then suddenly pulled her face back away again and I was uncertain what to do next. She then moved one of her hands away from my neck and then placed it on my head. I felt her un-do the hair clamp and then remembered it embarrassed. "Don't want you to go out like this do we.." she smiled. She gave me peck on the cheek this time. "That's just a thank you for a pleasant evening. Now be back early tomorrow" and with that she waved me off as I made my way towards the gate. It was fairly dark by this time as I walked home, the only illumination coming from the half moon and the odd house that I passed with its lights on. I arrived back at Christine's house just after 11 O'clock and noticed no lights were on at the front. I opened the front door very gently with my key, in case everyone was asleep. However as I stepped inside I saw the light in the back room. I crept in but as I closed the door shut I heard my name called. "Matt.. is that you?" Christine asked. I made my way over to the backroom where she was sitting by a table doing some sewing. "Oh it is you... hi there... we wondered where you had got to this evening." "Oh.. sorry, I thought Julia... um Mrs Cavendish was going to call you.. she cooked a meal for me." "Oh yeah.. Julia is it now." Christine said mockingly. "Um... well only out of work hours." I said sitting down opposite Christine. She looked at me with a confused expression and then asked, "what have you got on there Matt. Is that a blouse?" I blushed and stammered, and then explained the story of my clothes being very dirty and smelly and Julia wanting me to wear something a bit cleaner for the meal. Christine laughed gently and began to tease me "you had better ask first if you want to raid my wardrobe okay." I smiled awkwardly and Christine sensed I was feeling embarrassed by the clothes and she eased off. "So is she pleased with your work then. Do you think she will keep you on for a few more days?" "It looks that way. She showed me what she wants doing in the garden when I arrived this morning and that's at least two to three days work. And then she said there's more to do in the house as well. In fact she even wants me to do the washing up tomorrow" I blurted, instantly regretting that final outburst. Christine giggled again. "So you're the gardener and the maid all in one." I must have looked hurt at this accusation and Christine mimed sorry to me acorss the table. Realising she was only having some fun with me I relaxed again, but the conversation became stagnated and I soon retired to bed. Chapter 4. I awoke the next morning early, but slightly sore from the previous day's strenuous work. I stood up from the bed and stretched. It looked like it was going to be another fine day, judging from the clear sky outside. I had a quick wash and shave and then put on some clothes before going down for breakfast. I saw Julia's clothes neatly folded where I had left them on the chair. For a brief moment I wondered whether she had intended for me to put these back on before returning to the house. However, I decided against this and put on a t-shirt and my only other pair of jeans. It was around 8:00 when I got downstairs and Christine and her mother were still eating at the table. "Hi Matt" Christine called out cheerily as I appeared. I greeted them both and went to get some cereal from the kitchen. As I sat at the table Christine said to me, "see you got changed from last night then!" I blushed and glanced across at her mother. Surely Christine hadn't told her about the slacks and blouse I thought; and if she had I wondered what must the old woman think. "Yes... I thought these might be more appropriate for the gardening" I said casually. Christine nodded in agreement, "probably right there" she murmured as she stood up with her empty plate. Before leaving the house, I carefully placed Julia's clothes in a carrier bag and then set off about 9:00. Knowing the direction now, it was much easier to find the house and I arrived after about 25 minutes of steady walking. I knocked at the large front door and Julia soon answered it. "Good morning Matt" she said with a smile. She opened the door to let me in and I saw that she was wearing a light, free flowing summer dress with short sleeves today. Her hair was in the same style as the previous day and she looked just as beautiful. I walked into the hall and handed her the package with her clothes inside. "Here are your clothes from last night" I said giving her the bag. "Oh... thanks.