When Lucy appeared in Mark’s life eyebrows hit the roof. How could this crusty old batchellor attract a nubile young thing like Lucy Finch. There she stood just over five feet in height her long black hair framing an exquisitely beautiful face. Lucy’s grey eyes never strayed from Mark’s face while her tiny hand with it’s ever so perfect little finger nails remained wrapped in his huge rough paw.
“Here comes Mr sugar daddy with his sugar baby” people whispered as they winked covertly at each other. “Surely she isn’t European. She looks like a Thai, that letch has gone and got himself a Thai bried” others sniggered behind their hands.
These innuendos were not lost on Mark. He glared at anyone he suspected of regarding him with contempt. Lucy on the other hand smiled serenely, whatever happened her eyes stayed glued to Mark’s face.
No one ever heard her utter a word, “see I told you she is a Thai. She doesn’t understand English. It’s Mark’s money which keeps her here. He has all the charm of a plank of wood so what other than his fortune makes her stay?The dirty dog who would have thought it? that mark would find himself a young girl like that. The dirty old man!”
Lucy cooked and cleaned tirelessly. The furniture was polished to perfection and one could see one’s face in the brass candlesticks.
Lucy delighted in pleasing Mark. She rushed to fulfill his every desire. In the bedroom Lucy fulfilled all her man’s desires. Perpetually wearing that self-same smile she would pleasure Mark beyond what he had ever dreamed as being possible.
When marked yelled at her Lucy’s expression never faltered. She gazed back with the same fixed smile, she could do nothing else for Lucy was a robot.


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