"Miss Cramer, although we seem to have gotten off to an unfortunate start, I am inclined to be generous toward you. I would like to give you a chance to prove yourself. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!" I gave Him my brightest smile. "I would like that very much. When would you like me to start?"

"Miss Cramer," He laughed softly, "we have not discussed your salary, you do not even know my name. Perhaps you are a bit too trusting?"

"Oh, no, Sir," I said. "Please don't think me forward or naive, but I make up my mind about people very quickly. I knew almost immediately that you were someone I could trust."

"How did you know that?"

"By the way you looked at me, and," I allowed myself to blush, "the way you corrected me so gently."

"Well, I will try not to betray your trust," He said. "When can you start?"

"I just completed my last quarter at UCLA and my summer session doesn't start for another three weeks, so I'm completely available right now."

"Very good, come with me."

***

I followed Him through the house to the maid's quarters. It was the largest, most luxurious house I had ever been in. The furnishings were modest, modern, and understated, giving the impression of subdued elegance.

The maid's quarters consisted of a suite of three rooms, a bedroom, a bathroom and a sitting, or living room. In the bedroom closet was an assortment of maid's uniforms.

"Find a uniform that fits," He told me, "and come back downstairs to my office." Then He left me alone.

I stripped down to my bra, panties, and pantyhose. The first uniform I tried on was much too big. I put it back on its hanger and selected another. This one was far too small. Feeling like Goldilocks I hung that one back up and picked out a third. This one seemed to fit fairly well. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. The image presented was not unsatisfactory to me.