Feeling is believing
Dorette was taking a stroll around her parents’ garden. While they were on holiday she was around for a couple of days to look after the house and to make sure the staff did their jobs properly. Of course, at nineteen she didn’t get as much respect from them as her father, who was a lot older, but the fear of her passing any complaints on made sure that most of the tasks were done properly. Grinning, she watched one of the boys pretending to be hard at work in the garden. She could tell he...
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