I hope you all had a good weekend. Mine was pretty quiet with everyone being away. On Saturday I serviced the digger for dad, he usually checks it over on a weekend and was using it as an excuse to stay home so I said that I would do it for him as mum needed a break.
Yesterday I had to re-install windows on to my computer as it developed a problem that I couldn’t work around. It took me all day and until 2 this morning to get it something like as I had to download drivers and goodness knows what else. I wasn’t at it all the time though. I had one nice break, although the circumstances weren’t so good. At just after 4 in the afternoon I got a phone call and was delighted to hear Nicole on the other end. It seems she got my number from my job application. We’d agreed last week that we wouldn’t call each other as its just another way to get discovered so when I heard her I sort of guessed something was wrong. She asked if I could talk to her on the phone for a while cos she felt so alone. I could tell by her voice she was well upset, it was like all quivering. Well of course I would have made time to talk to her. I had this thought that seen as I was alone why not ask her to come over so we could talk properly. So after asking what his lordship was doing and her saying he left for London I suggested it and she jumped at the idea. She only lives three miles away so I reckoned I had ten minutes to get things tidy, not that it was too bad. I lit the fire in the sitting room intending to take her through there as it’s a bit more up to her standards than the kitchen.
I was waiting in the yard for her when she arrived. I could see before she even stopped the car that she was in a right old state. She asked again if it was okay to be there and I assured her that I was alone and not expecting my parents and brother back until later that night. I didn’t know where my sis was but I didn’t see her all weekend so I wasn’t too bothered about her. I showed her indoors and asked if I could get her anything. She said later maybe and to just hold her for a while which I was more than pleased to do. To hold something so precious and delicate is a honour I will never tire of.
Eventually she pulled away and kissed me then said, ‘Thank you Jake, I love you so much’.
I love her too more than anything.
I was wanting to take her through to the sitting room but she seemed intent on checking out the kitchen. I apologise for it not being spick and span like her place.
‘Don’t be silly Jake, you’re a working family and this is your home, so of course its going to look lived in. It’s nice and cosy and friendly’.
Anyone who thinks that all aristocrats are up their own arses haven’t met Nicole. Admittedly a lot of them are but she seems to enjoy roughing it – thankfully.
‘Its nice to see where my jammy doorsteps are manufactured’, she said with a smile.
It was an amazing transformation. She looked like she wanted to end it all just tem minutes ago when she arrived and now she was joking and smiling.
She was even ready for a drink now so I made that while she explored some more and we then went through to the sitting room which was even more cosy now the fire was roaring up the chimney. We sat together on the sofa and she cuddled up to me and told me her woes which had me fuming that she should have been treated the way she was. I’m just glad she had the nerve to call me and I made her promise that she must do that anytime anything like that happens again.
The housekeeper doesn’t work weekends unless there is a shoot or a party so Nicole cooks for herself and his lordship if he’s there. The thing is because of what happened in London with his rent boy housekeeper Nicole won’t stay there unless she has too so she lives here and gets paid for looking after the estate in his lordships absence but every time he visits he does nothing but pick spots off what she’s done or hasn’t done to the point that she becomes demoralised by it all. Then yesterday at lunch time he tells her she’s booked in for a consultation with regard to Artificial Insemination. No one ever asked me to tell the rest of the story the other day so I guess you’re missing that bit so I hope you can pick up on what I’m saying here. I don’t know all the detail’s as she gets upset when talking about it. Anyway although she did agree to go through with it to get him off her back after leaving the clinic for depression, now we’ve become friends she’s changed her mind. Anyway when he started on yesterday she told him that she changed her mind and he went mental. He called her some really horrible things and then got up and threw his dinner in the bin – including the plate, saying she can’t even cook properly and left saying that he would be expect her to keep the appointment as agreed. So this is now all a bit of a worry for both of us.
Yesterday I had to re-install windows on to my computer as it developed a problem that I couldn’t work around. It took me all day and until 2 this morning to get it something like as I had to download drivers and goodness knows what else. I wasn’t at it all the time though. I had one nice break, although the circumstances weren’t so good. At just after 4 in the afternoon I got a phone call and was delighted to hear Nicole on the other end. It seems she got my number from my job application. We’d agreed last week that we wouldn’t call each other as its just another way to get discovered so when I heard her I sort of guessed something was wrong. She asked if I could talk to her on the phone for a while cos she felt so alone. I could tell by her voice she was well upset, it was like all quivering. Well of course I would have made time to talk to her. I had this thought that seen as I was alone why not ask her to come over so we could talk properly. So after asking what his lordship was doing and her saying he left for London I suggested it and she jumped at the idea. She only lives three miles away so I reckoned I had ten minutes to get things tidy, not that it was too bad. I lit the fire in the sitting room intending to take her through there as it’s a bit more up to her standards than the kitchen.
I was waiting in the yard for her when she arrived. I could see before she even stopped the car that she was in a right old state. She asked again if it was okay to be there and I assured her that I was alone and not expecting my parents and brother back until later that night. I didn’t know where my sis was but I didn’t see her all weekend so I wasn’t too bothered about her. I showed her indoors and asked if I could get her anything. She said later maybe and to just hold her for a while which I was more than pleased to do. To hold something so precious and delicate is a honour I will never tire of.
Eventually she pulled away and kissed me then said, ‘Thank you Jake, I love you so much’.
I love her too more than anything.
I was wanting to take her through to the sitting room but she seemed intent on checking out the kitchen. I apologise for it not being spick and span like her place.
‘Don’t be silly Jake, you’re a working family and this is your home, so of course its going to look lived in. It’s nice and cosy and friendly’.
Anyone who thinks that all aristocrats are up their own arses haven’t met Nicole. Admittedly a lot of them are but she seems to enjoy roughing it – thankfully.
‘Its nice to see where my jammy doorsteps are manufactured’, she said with a smile.
It was an amazing transformation. She looked like she wanted to end it all just tem minutes ago when she arrived and now she was joking and smiling.
She was even ready for a drink now so I made that while she explored some more and we then went through to the sitting room which was even more cosy now the fire was roaring up the chimney. We sat together on the sofa and she cuddled up to me and told me her woes which had me fuming that she should have been treated the way she was. I’m just glad she had the nerve to call me and I made her promise that she must do that anytime anything like that happens again.
The housekeeper doesn’t work weekends unless there is a shoot or a party so Nicole cooks for herself and his lordship if he’s there. The thing is because of what happened in London with his rent boy housekeeper Nicole won’t stay there unless she has too so she lives here and gets paid for looking after the estate in his lordships absence but every time he visits he does nothing but pick spots off what she’s done or hasn’t done to the point that she becomes demoralised by it all. Then yesterday at lunch time he tells her she’s booked in for a consultation with regard to Artificial Insemination. No one ever asked me to tell the rest of the story the other day so I guess you’re missing that bit so I hope you can pick up on what I’m saying here. I don’t know all the detail’s as she gets upset when talking about it. Anyway although she did agree to go through with it to get him off her back after leaving the clinic for depression, now we’ve become friends she’s changed her mind. Anyway when he started on yesterday she told him that she changed her mind and he went mental. He called her some really horrible things and then got up and threw his dinner in the bin – including the plate, saying she can’t even cook properly and left saying that he would be expect her to keep the appointment as agreed. So this is now all a bit of a worry for both of us.
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No, my dear, you certainly don't want that! Nicole being preggers would sure gum up the works. And since she obviously doesn't love him, she wouldn't want to carry his child. Have you asked her - whose problem is it, exactly? If it's his, well, you could donate anonymously and step in... Sorry, my imagination's running wild due to your beautifully spun tale. I'm wishing the best for you
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