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Another rain-forest. she sniffed, feeling morally superior but she felt a touch of envy as well. The house exuded an atmosphere of wealth and Allie thought about how well she could live with the money that the Groves-Ormsbys must spend on polish alone. There was no indication that this was a house where children lived. She found it difficult to imagine Mrs Groves-Ormsby tidying up after anyone, but there were neither toys nor any other signs of untidiness. The house was silent and Allie assumed, with a muttered prayer of thanks, that the children were already in bed. The staircase that swept up on one side of the hall continued across the minstrel gallery and swept down the other side. It was the kind of setting that demanded an orchestra and a princess flowing down the stairs in a sweeping ball gown. Allie grinned to herself. Shame really - all it's got is old dragon's breath. There was an open door to her left and she decided that her best chance of finding Mr Groves-Ormsby was there. She knocked loudly and a man's voice invited her to enter. She was expecting brutal fuck opulence but she was disappointed. The room was clearly intended as a study. There was a large solid looking desk stacked untidily with books and a swivel chair behind it.

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Books aren't boring. I love reading. Excellent! This must be my lucky day. An attractive young lady who is also blessed with taste and intelligence. Allie bridled at the inference that good looks and intelligence were an unusual combination. She had the feeling that he hadn't intended to be offensive - he had said that she was attractive. His innocent smile and awkwardly enthusiastic charm reminded her of a small boy. His accent and grammar were faultless but despite his precise speech, he was remarkably clumsy with people's feelings. It really isn't that unusual nowadays to find a woman who reads books Mr Groves-Ormsby, or aren't you aware that women buy a lot more books than men. I am not surprised at all Miss Katz. After all, books are a lot less expensive than men. You know what I mean. Allie said curtly. She could feel her temper rising. Why was this man so irritating? He smiled and threw his hands up in brutal gang fuck porn defeat.

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Mr. Groves-Ormsby appeared genuinely perplexed by the situation. She didn't tell me much at all. She asked how much I charged and she agreed that you'd run me home afterwards. I just don't understand why you'd want a sitter if you haven't got any children. He stood up and came round to the front of the desk. He was taller and bulkier than his hunched position over the keyboard had made him appear to be. I think I know what has happened. Come with me. Allie followed him without question. It was beginning to look as if the Groves-Ormsbys didn't want a baby sitter and her hopes of earning any money this evening were disappearing fast. He led her along the wide hall to a small door at the end. He opened the door to reveal a flight of steps leading down into darkness. Allie hesitated, she didn't like the dark and she was beginning to wonder if she ought to be afraid of Mr.

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