54-TV SERIALS, SANDY THOMAS ADVERTISING "C"

MAID IN FORM "C" – 55

"Maybe Cindy was right. I would take her odd love with me through life. Her pictures, her smell and manner haunted me. I would never be able to see her without feeling her clothes on my body.

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EPILOGUE

THAT WAS MONTHS AGO, AND I HAVEN'T SEEN OR heard from Cindy since. I recently heard a rumor that she's pregnant again, and there's no reason to doubt it. I know all too well how much time Cindy and Frank spend in the bedroom!

My career is progressing at a steady pace. Recently I got to shoot a few model tests for an agency and I feel free to make suggestions about the clothes during shoots now.

I'm dating a girl, too! Her name is Jill and she's an associate fashion editor at one of the smaller magazines. She's pretty (though not quite in Cindy's league) and she's friendly and warm. She's also crazy about fashion, which is good since my interest in pretty clothes is as strong as ever.

Just last weekend she was at my place for dinner. I cooked and everything, but I told her she could clean up. I was taking a shower to get ready to go out with her as she did the dishes. When I came out of the bathroom, she was at the sink with my frilly little apron on!

"Where did you get this it's kind of cute," she asked innocently as she fingered the ruffled edge of the apron.

I turned quickly, hoping she wouldn't see me blush. "Oh, some crazy model gave it to me once," I said nervously.

"Why'd she give you an apron?"

"She just left it here, really. It looks nice on you, though. You keep it, O.K.?”

Jill smiled and said, "Thanks, it's kind of neat it makes me feel like Susie Homemaker or something.

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I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Let's get going we don't want to miss the movie!"

"Oh . . . we don't have to make the early show," Jill said as she smiled and shyly walked over to me. She kissed me, throwing her arms around my neck. Her tongue was suddenly in my mouth; so wet, and warm. She reached down and put her hand between my legs, pressing firmly against my own rising firmness.

Without a word, she led me toward the bedroom. Walking into my room, our bodies close, she tugged at the bow of the apron and let it fall to the floor.

Jill laid back on the bed and threw off her soft rose sweater and wriggled out of her jeans. With her marvelous, dreamy