![]() Down to my underpants, then saying ready Miss Watkins, and she telling me, those also young Sir. I was led to the rear door, then told to strip off. Miss Watkins: Come on, let’s get you out of there, and into a bath of warm water. I stood up in the middle of the pond, water dripping off me. Miss Watkins had seen it all, from her back door, then came running down the path, to see if I were hurt or injured. I assumed it would be a good few hard pulls, before it even shifted, but no, it suddenly came loose and up it came, making me land in the pond, and soaking wet. I spent several hours at the stump, then wrapped a rope around it, and pulled. Miss Watkins: Good, all tools you may need are in the shed. Graham: It will be a task, but I shall try Miss Watkins. Miss Watkins, ushered me to the area, and I looked at it. Miss Watkins: Well, if you are prepared, I would like a tree stump, by the fish pond, pulled up. Graham: Well Miss Watkins, I usually do manual work, but leave the professional work, to the tradesmen. Miss Watkins looked at me, that morning, as if I were her favorite meal, but unaware, that women were so much like men, in need of satisfaction.Ĭome in, her beckoning me, and sit here, on the chair, in the conservatory. ![]() It began in my late teenage years, when I use to go around the village, asking people, if they would like a job done around the garden, or something simple, that I can do in the house. ![]()
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