than I expected. I thought he liked Mary for her looks, but it seems she’s not his usual type. The following monologue confirmed his guess.
“Leggy girls are much better!” The young guard said with naïve sincerity. He paused, ashamed for a second. “Maybe it’s because of my height. But when, you know, you’re behind a girl, playing with her sturdy tits… And when she bends over, shapely ass, and those cute bones above her hips. Thin legs, long like streams of a waterfall…”
“Wow, Jerry!” Robert shook his head. “You’re such a romantic for a bodyguard. You’ll get a raise. I need to make sure that I’m keeping someone like you on board with all these extra talents.”
That comment confused the youth for a second, but when he recalled Robert saying to Mary: I am quite a romantic person, he took this phrase as a compliment from the Master that he adored as a god. The gladdened youth felt a sweet wave of pride fill his soul, and Robert’s next comments added even more fuel to the fire of his devotion.
“You are very special to me, Jerry.” Robert was saying with his deep alluring voice. “For the first time someone has gone from being nobody to one of the closest of my servants in one step. I believe in you, Jerry.”
“You can count on me, My Lord!” Touched to the bottom of his soul, Jerry knelt.
Robert helped him up. “I know, Jerry. I know – I can trust you.”
After a mind-numbing pause, he continued to play Jerry. Sounding uncertain, he said; “You know, Jerry, all these years I’ve led such a tense life. Short of relaxing with whores, studying and struggling, I’ve had almost had no time for fun. And the weird thing is, I’ve never had either the time or the chance to court a girl. Then I met Mary…”
Robert saw Jerry freeze at her name.
Ah you stupid puppy! the proud Son of the Devil thought, making an effort to suppress his anger. Fucking babe magnet. How dare you, you miserable youngster, even think that Mary could prefer you over me! But when he started talking again, his voice was still soft and intimate, as befitted a heart-to-heart talk. “But for all the good that has come along with spending so much time with her, you know, Jerry, it is far from ideal. My business life is the only cover for my real activities, and I have to attend these worthless events, pointless conferences, and stupid presentations! I’m fagged out.”
Oh Master, Jerry thought, trembling all over. How I so understand what you are saying!
“And now my partners are worried and angry. Last night the President of the Corporation even dared to try and threaten me!”
Jerry’s mind clouded with rage. “Just say the word, My Lord,” he started resolutely.
“It’s okay, Jerry, never mind!” Robert shook Jerry’s hand. “As you know, Roger, my valet, is a demon in human form. He literally kicked that stupid old man out of my apartment, but it’s not the solution to the problem!”
They almost reached the campus parking lot, and they could see Ron waiting for them next to the limousine. Robert stopped again.
“You see, what I mean?” he said forlornly. “I have no time for anything important – not even to ask your advice about how to get into Mary’s panties without ruining my official business life.”
Totally confused, the youth gazed at his Master, but Robert did not look at him, and Jerry realized that the talk was over.
“Let’s go home, guys,” Robert murmured, getting in the limousine, and a light smile was still on his serpentine lips.
The Dress
Robert kept his word.
When she opened her eyes the next morning, the first thing that Mary noticed was a large box, wrapped beautifully in blue shiny paper, on the table beside the bed.
Just clicked my fingers! Mary remembered the line from the first date with Robert.
She yawned, stretched, and in an effort to prolong the pleasant feelings of surprise just a little longer, she wandered into the bathroom in readiness for a shower.
In quiet excitement, since it was her birthday, she sat in front of her mirror, and opened the box. A greeting card was on top, the invitation and the voucher for the jewelry shop – next to it. First she took the card.
The birthday card displayed a hand-drawn picture. Flying above the flame-like red digits ‘twenty-one’, a white dove held a banner with her name. Mary smiled, and looked inside. She read: “Dear Mary, you are a big girl now. Hugs, best wishes, Robert N.”
She adored his handwriting – so clear, legible and definitely recognizable, showing his ability and self-confidence. She kissed the birthday card, and hid it in her jewelry box.
Afterward, Mary took the invitation, looking for the date of the event.
“So I have three days to get ready,” the girl mumbled to herself.
She put the invitation into a drawer, the coupon – into her wallet, and carefully took the garment out the box. It appeared to be a light brown dress.
She had never seen a designer dress up close before. The brand name meant nothing to her, and the girl still wouldn’t have liked the color. Beige? Yuk!
Naively, she tried to find labels with the size and type of fabric, but in vain.
She shrugged her shoulders and tried to put the dress on. The design seemed very simple, and she had no problem putting it on. Mary stood up straight, tried to straighten her hair out as best she could, posing elegantly. She looked intensely at herself in the mirror.
The sight before her eyes affected her deeply. For one, she could not recognize herself, because, for two, she was admiring a princess, a fairy, a goddess! For a long time, she was only able to gaze at her reflection, feasting her eyes on this miracle.
Gradually, though, her excitement subsided.
“Not bad,” she murmured, turning around to study herself from all angles. It hugged her shapely breasts and tight tummy, and she loved the way her hips and buttocks appeared. “Fabulous! But coffee-and-cream… Hmmm.”
It makes my skin look kind of dull, she thought. Better if it were green.
She had some free time to spare, so she carefully folded the dress up, and left the campus.
From her schoolmates she had learned of an actual good dry-cleaner. Very expensive, Jewish or Italian, Mary did not remember which, for sure, but she had heard they provided an excellent service.
She found the store, a simple building with a basic all-glass facade completely out of tune with the rest of the neighborhood, and laid the dress carefully on the counter.
The venerable cleaner perched a pair of horn-rimmed glasses on the end of his long hooked nose. His eyes bored into the gown, searching, assessing.
His hands were trembling when he lifted the dress, treating it as if it were an ancient fragile vase. Mary watched with amazement how delicately he held the fabric and how hard he studied it, inch
