44-TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "C"

Despite what she'd done to me, I knew I'd miss her. Beauty is it's own excuse . . .and so is love, I guess.

As I slowly settled into my new life as a photographer's apprentice, I often thought about my life as the model's maid. It all seemed so incredibly strange whenever I thought back on it. How had it become such an expected routine for nearly three years? The key to the mystery was my strong, unrequited love for Cindy, of course.

I would catch myself smiling when I thought of Miss Cindy's teasing and her easy, confident sexuality. I also caught her beauty frequently in the pages of fashion magazines. Where would I ever find another woman like her!

By being Miss Cindy's maid I had known her in a way that even her husband didn't. There was a casual, feminine ease she had that only fully blossomed when she was alone with me or with other girls. As her "sissy" maid, I'd seen her luxuriate in her own sensuality. The feminine pleasures of silk tap pants caressing her bottom or a lace bra cradling her breasts were pleasures I could see and understand.

And it had been fun to learn all about pretty clothes and things from Miss Cindy, too. She was so enthusiastic that her interest in fashion had seemed to rub off. I was still interested in fashion, though now my interest was restricted to seeing it on women instead of on me.

And most of all I had enjoyed Cindy's company and friendship. Although she was often commanding and formal, she had become my friend as well as my "mistress.'

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CHAPTER TWENTY

MAID IN FORM "C" -45

I WAS ENJOYING MY BUSY NEW LIFE AS AN APPRENTICE photographer. I still missed Cindy, but I was getting along O.K. And it was great not having to constantly do housework anymore! I hadn't realized how much drudgery my life as a maid had been.

I had gotten used to regular clothes again, too. They were much more comfortable than the restrictive maid's things I'd had to wear for so long. Every now and then, I still sometimes slept in a T-shirt and panties, though.

It was nearly winter when I ran into Cindy again. We really hadn't seen each other as much as we thought we would, although we'd talked on the phone quite often. She always laughed and talked about her troubles with her new maid. Although the maid had been trouble, Cindy had found a good Nanny for Missy, and I was glad to hear that.

"It's so hard to get good help these days," she said with a sigh over the phone, both of us laughing at the tired cliche'. I was busy in the studio arranging the next shot when I heard her unmistakable voice. She was striding toward me as she nearly yelled, "Oh, Cissie, it's so good to see you!" My embarrassment faded when she hugged me and kissed me on the mouth, making every guy in the studio jealous!

If anything, she was even more beautiful than I'd remembered. She was wearing crisp Navy slacks and a cream silk blouse with a high, romantic collar. She had a Navy jacket slung across her arm and pearls and gold jewelry splashed here and there. It all looked a little Channel-like, I guess. Anyway, her perfume was certainly Channel she smelled heavenly!

She waited for me to finish my work and then took me to lunch. She told me she was in the city to shop, and had dropped downtown to the photo district for an appointment at a prospective client's.

"And I couldn't pass up seeing you," she said across the table, "I've missed you, Cissie," she whispered.

We talked about all kinds of things like long lost friends (actually more like old girlfriends!) Everything was going alone fine for both of us and we were both happy for each other. She told me Missy was talking a little now and was still a happy baby. I still missed little Missy sometimes, (though I didn't miss diaper changing!)