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I curtsied and said, "Good evening, Miss. It's good to have you back, Miss. I stood with my head bowed.

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"Come here, silly," Cindy laughed, "let me give you a hug.'

We hugged and Cindy kissed me on the cheek several times and reached down and patted my pantied bottom. I'd missed her special handling. I was very happy to see her!

She sat on the sofa and kicked off her LA Gear hi-tops (so cute in size 5 and-a-half!) and I brought out iced tea and a few cookies for her. I took her suitcases to her room and hurried back to hear her gossip about all the bitchy European models. It was so fun to hear her I don't think I stopped smiling for an hour.

She yawned and said she was beat, so we went to her room and I helped her undress and ran a shower for her. I unhooked her bra and she wiggled out of her panties just as she stepped into the steamy shower. The little French panties and bra were new and straight from Paris-and Miss Cindy had been in them all the way across the Atlantic. Before I dropped them in the basket, I lifted them to my face and breathed in the scent of my mistress' sweet sweat. I guess I should have been ashamed to do that, but I loved her so much.

The shower suddenly turned off and I had to really run to get Cindy a towel in time. As she stepped out of her shower, I was standing there ready to wrap the giant terry towel around her.

"Thanks, Cissie," she said. "The hotels in Europe have very good service but nothing like you.'

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In spite of myself, I felt a sense of pride at Miss Cindy's compliment.

I helped her dry off and pinned her hair up. After she was dressed in the delightful little camisole and tap pants and tucked into her silk-sheeted bed, I ran off to the kitchen to get her a nice cup of hot chocolate.

She rested in bed while I finished unpacking her. Most everything just went straight in the laundry, of course, but there was also new lingerie and stockings still in their packages. from Milan or Paris.

"There's a neat little skirt and top from Paris in that last case, Cissie. I'm sure they'll need pressing, but they're really cute. Anyway, give me that bag, Cissie the cloth one there."

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I got the bag and handed it to Miss Cindy, not thinking anything about it. I was busy sorting through all her dirty clothes and thinking it would almost be fun doing her laundry tomorrow.

"Cissie, since you were so good at Miss Debbie's, here's your extra reward,' Miss Cindy said, holding out a very pretty little box.

"Oh, thank you, Miss," I said as I slowly took the box from her.

"Well, you're welcome, Cissie. Miss Debbie told me you were a better maid than she could have ever imagined. She told me about you going out of your way to clean her place and how you did lots of things she wouldn't have even thought of herself. And serving her and Stephanie, too. So, thank you, Cissie, for keeping up our good reputation."

The present couldn't make me feel any better than her praise, but I opened it anyway.

"Wow!" I said as I held up two sets of genuine Lejaby panties and matching lace underwire bras. They were beautiful — just like rich girls wear!

"They are all yours. . .straight from Paris," Miss Cindy said as she smiled at my delight. "But they're hand-wash only, of course," she warned.

"Thank you, Miss," I said, not even bothered that I sounded like some breathless high school girl.

"And just for being you, Cissie," she said as she brought out a box that looked maybe like jewelry.

I looked at her in disbelief as I opened the ruby red velvet box. Inside was a gold necklace with a pendant as part of the chain. In script, set in diamonds, it said "Cissie.

I was speechless. It must have cost thousands; maybe ten thousand dollars. I held it up and just smiled.

"Cute little thing I had made up in Italy they're so good with gold and jewels, you know," Miss Cindy said like some bored heiress.

And underneath the necklace was a heavy gold man's ID-style bracelet. I pulled it out and almost cried as I read the inscription on it.

"With much love, Cindy. Of course, with the passing months her name had become so famous it was like an icon as it shown engraved in the fine gold.

“Thank you,” I said with every bit of meaning my voice could muster.