Shemale Maid

Dr. Harding was at his fifties and was a highly respected surgeon who had devoted his life to the glories of his science. He was kind at heart, generous, open minded and extreme intellectual. With height over 6 feet, weight 180 pounds, strong legs and body well built, he looked as much imposing and fearsome as a professional wrestler. His silver-like grey hair was cut short and he had a narrow sharp face with coarse features, blue eyes, a rather big arched nose and thin lips- you could easily mistake him for some kind of gunfighter of the eighteenth century.

He had been neither married nor engaged, although he had had many female pursuers. Just the same, he preferred to lead a solitary life devoided of any trivial concerns which might disturb the state of his everyday life- he was a pure Stoic, as most people would say. Besides being in love with his profession, he was also an avid collector of Chinese porcelain vases, many of which belonged to the Ming and Qing dynasty, and he was very proud of it.

Colleen, at last, found her keys and opened the door. She ran through the hall like a 100-meter-athlete and entered the lounge... only to find Dr. Harding at his office, reading the 'Nature' magazine. Colleen froze at her position and remained silent, waiting for his reaction; only her fingers were showing signs of life as they were nervously clenching and unclenching the straps of her bag.

He lifted an eyebrow and inspected her from head to toe, for some time, before he spoke.

Dr. Harding: "Good morning Miss Colleen. Might I ask you where have you been? You are late again. I have lost the count of how many times I have caught you belated during this month. You do know how much I hate delays, even though you have been forewarned many times."

Colleen: "I know... I know Mr. Harding. You have always been kind to me... It's that I worry about my boyfriend. I haven't heard from him since the day he left and... I promise I will never be late again."