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There was one more box. I opened it and pulled out a chic little skirt with knife pleats and silk blouse from Paris. I looked up at Cindy with bewilderment in my eyes.

"I know," Cindy said, "I just thought that you should have a skirt of your own...You'll find somewhere to wear them. She giggled, "I hope you like them, Cissie. You work hard, so I just wanted you to know that I appreciate it."

She smiled and cocked her head and said, "But this doesn't mean you can slack off, Cissie!"

"Oh, no, Miss. Of course not thank you, though. They're beautiful the underthings are beautiful, too!" Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss, right on the mouth!

"We need to talk about some changes in your duties sometime, Cissie. No big deal it's just that my career and my life are changing a little," she said. "Thanks again for being so good while I was away and so nice to come home to, too!"

We looked at each other a moment and then she yawned and said, "I gotta get some sleep, Cissie. It's like...like maybe 5:00 AM in Paris now!"

"Certainly Miss, I'm. . . I'm sorry. When shall I wake

you?"

"Don't! Let me sleep in. I'm not scheduled for anything 'till Monday, thank God! Good night, Cissie."

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"Good night, Miss," I said as she pulled her covers up and snuggled into her pillows. I curtsied silently and left her to rest, closing the door to her big bedroom gently.

I was happy.

MY STRANGELY IDEAL LIFE WITH MISS CINDY was about to change.

I had pretty much had gorgeous Miss Cindy to myself for an entire year, but this would very soon end. Cindy was a young woman with strong feminine desires desires, at least in her eyes, that I was simply unsuited to fulfill. I was in for a big surprise.

But first there was another surprise.

CHAPTER TEN

MAID IN FORM "B".

"WAKE UP...WAKE UP, CISSIE!"

I had been asleep for several hours when Miss Cindy shook me awake. It must have been 1:00 in the morning as I struggled to open my eyes and listen to her. The fact that she'd turned on my bright overhead light wasn't helping much.

"And they're coming here to do it, Cissie. Isn't that great?" Cindy babbled.

I hadn't been awake for the beginning of her rambling, so I didn't know what she was talking about. But she was certainly excited about something.

"The Wednesday after next the fifteenth, I think it is. Anyway, you'll have to make sure the whole place is perfect, Cissie.

It had taken a few minutes, but I was finally able to understand what all her excitement at 1:00 in the morning was about. Hans Issac was coming to take Cindy's picture for Vogue. Right here, in her own apartment. She'd met with him downtown tonight and he'd suggested doing the fashion article with her at her place.

"They won't give the address or show where I live or anything, of course. But he said it would be nice to show a model in her own place. They're bringing loads of clothes and jewelry and stuff. It'll be fun, don't you think?" I was still blinking my eyes. Cindy was the model — what did I have to do with all this. She'd been busy since she'd gotten back from Europe last month and her frantic rambling sometimes confused me.

Maybe I'd just go to a hotel for the day. Fashion shoots are total confusion in a studio it would be absolute chaos in Cindy's apartment. I told her this little thought.

"No, Cissie, you don't understand. Wake up a little, O.K.? He wants YOU, too!"

I didn't know what she meant. He wants me to be there to clean up or something?

"In the pictures, Cissie. He wants to show you in the background doing stuff — you know, housework while I sort of pose in the foreground. You'll be like...you'll add to the atmosphere, I guess," Cindy explained. She was sitting on my little bed and was absent-mindedly untwisting the satiny strap that went over my shoulder. Before I could launch into