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I couldn?t stand it anymore. I looked around my house and had to come to the inevitable conclusion. This place is filthy! The trouble was that my attitude to housework was the same as my attitude to skydiving. I don?t mind watching someone else do it but I wouldn?t do it myself. Then I had an idea. My elderly neighbours use a local cleaning firm, twice a week, as they do not have the energy to do the housework. I decided to find out more and, one hour later (as they always love to turn a brief visit into an excuse for tea and biscuits and a chat), I had the phone in my hand and was chatting with the secretary of Domestic Angels. I explained my situation and they made an appointment to come round and judge the extent of the job. Well, to cut a long story short, two ladies came around with clipboards. They were not exactly the most attractive women I had ever met but they were here to clean my house. The woman in charge was quite short, mid 50?s, with black hair. The hair was tied back and held in place with a large hair grip. She also had a facial Ataşehir Escort hair issue; a visible ?moustache of black hairs that her make-up struggled to hide. Her associate was also short and slightly overweight, accentuated by a pair of jeans that had once fitted perfectly, but now struggled to conceal her ?curves?. They looked around every room in the house, and cast their expert eyes over what would be required to make my house fit for human habitation. After a brief discussion about cost and the time it would take, they booked me in for the following Tuesday. ?Sam will be here at 9 o?clock with another lady,? said the lady with the moustache. Her associate, who I worked out was Sam, smiled and said,?Make sure you are ready for us. We like to start work on time.? With that they left me feeling relieved that I would soon be the proud owner of a clean house. Tuesday came and, just as Sam had promised, they arrived at 9 o?clock carrying all manner of devices, gadgets, sprays and liquids. The lady with Ataşehir Escort Bayan Sam was taller and slimmer. Her face reflected the years of hard work that she had put in. It was that tired but determined look that people have when they accept that their life will always be one of hardship and toil. After a brief ?team talk? about which rooms to begin in and what to do first, Sam disappeared upstairs with a vacuum cleaner and her partner started to dust the lounge where I was sitting, reading a book and listening to the radio. I tried to concentrate on my book but I was mesmerized by the lady cleaning my lounge. She was methodically moving around the room, spraying and dusting, not stopping for a second. She was wearing the Domestic Angel?s uniform; black baggy jeans and a pink polo shirt with the logo on the breast pocket. It was not a good look but then I suppose it was designed for comfort and ease of movement. It was fun to watch someone else doing the work but then, as she turned to plug in Escort Ataşehir the vacuum cleaner, she noticed that I watching her. I felt like a naughty child who had been caught out doing something he really shouldn?t and I glowed with embarrassment. ?I?m so sorry,? I muttered. ?I didn?t mean to look.? ?Oh yes you did.? She replied, smiling. ?It?s all right. I don?t mind you watching me.? ?I was only watching you work,? I stammered. ?I thought I might pick up some cleaning tips so that I keep it looking nice.? ?Don?t give me that crap,? she laughed. ?It must be every man?s dream to sit and watch a woman doing all the work.? I laughed too. She was right. I hated housework and it was kind of satisfying to watch someone else doing it. ?How long have you been doing this cleaning job?? I asked. ?About six years now,? she replied. ?And do you enjoy it?? ?Well I?ve always cleaned, so it?s no hardship, but I enjoy some parts of it.? I was intrigued. What did she enjoy about housework? I couldn?t begin to imagine so I asked her what gave her job satisfaction. ?I like to be watched. It makes me feel... excited. We do a lot of jobs while the clients are out but I like it when they are at home, watching me clean. Do you like watching me?? I wasn?t sure what to say. I decided to play it safe. ?I enjoy watching you work.? She grinned. ?That?s good.