Now, that attitude was compounded by the fact that in the future his seduction attempts would be limited to one or two days a week. He figured that if it had taken him almost a year of nightly attempts to reach the heavy petting stage, now that he had to progress by weekly increments he would be seventy four years old before he managed to get his dick in her cunt and, by then, he might well be senile and impotent.

It was no wonder the young man was annoyed.

"It's a good job," she said, placatingly.

"The hell with that. It might be good for you, but what about me? I'll be lonely. What if you meet some rich guy up there on Bellevue? Huh?"

"Rich young men don't want servants," she said.

She didn't say that merely to appease Duke; she actually thought it was true. Although she knew she was pretty and sexy-her looking glass told her that-she was not a very confident girl, and it never dawned on her that she could ever have a boyfriend who was not, like Duke, a lout.

She was, after all, only a maid.

Duke paced to the window and looked out. It was snowing. Big, soft flakes drifted down. He could see the high masts of sailing yachts in the harbor. Slit, he thought.

"What if I get so lonely I find another girl?" he said, sticking his abundant jaw out at her. "Hah? What then?"

Dolly sighed.

"I'll be sad," she said.

"Some other girl who lets me fuck her, maybe! That would serve you right!"

"I suppose so."

"How come you're such a cock teaser, Dolly?"

She sighed again, but this change in his conversation did not displease her. He always called her a cock teaser and wheedled for pussy, so now he was back to his normal self. That was better, than having him go on about her new job.