Dora, the house clearer F/ff
Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2019 10:26 pm
The ad turned up in the Sunday paper. "Need a break from your kids?" it said, "Do you want a night out, and need an experienced babysitter with a low rate? Our agency promises to give them an unforgettable time, while you treat yourself to one." It was signed only by a strange sign.
The door bell rang, and Mrs. Williams answered it. Outside stood a girl, about mid-twenties, with waist-long hair, dressed in a knee-length, white cotton dress with light blue and red flowers, and red high heeled sandals. She had a green canvas bag hanging from her shoulder, which looked quite heavy.
"Good afternoon, m'am!" she said, and curtseyed politely. "My name is Dora, and the Alpha agency have sent me."
"Ah, yes!" Mrs. Williams said. "Come in, dear!" She took a step to the side, to let the young woman inside, before closing the door. "Patricia and Griselda are in their room upstairs, waiting for you. Follow me, please."
The two women went upstairs and Mrs. Williams knocked on a door, opening it without waiting for an answer.
Dora looked inside and saw a spartanly furnished room, with two, rather narrow beds, a desk, two wooden desk chairs, and a book case, not even half filled with books. No curtains or blinds covered the windows, but wooden shutters.
"Nice room!" she politely commented.
"Nice of you to say so, but no; it isn't. Quite honestly; it's truly horrible, and I know who to blame. It's the work of my late husband, who hated the sound of children playing at all hours. He was the minimalist type, and came up with the decor of the whole house. I will, of course, replace it, bit by bit, as soon as I can afford it. Starting with this room.
But that's beside the point. I called the agency because I need to go shopping, and I dare not leave these two alone. I did a couple of weeks ago, and they nearly tore the place down, so this time I want to make sure they stay in their room, and out of trouble. Think you can manage that?"
Dora looked at the two girls, who sat on their desk chairs, staring at her. They wore identical, grey, sleeve-less, corduroy dresses, that barely came down to half their thighs, white knee-socks, and slippers. The front part of their below shoulder length, auburn hair were held back by clips.
"Sure!" she confidently said. "No problems!"
"Famous last words, those!" Mrs. Williams dryly remarked. "Well, then; I'm off! See you in a couple of hours, girls! BYYEE!" She waved her hand above her head a couple of times, and left.
Dora walked in, closed the door behind her and sat on one of the beds. Suddenly, her image had changed, from being almost self effacing into someone who had absolute control of her surroundings. Someone who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Someone who you really shouldn't mess with, or you'd regret it.
She crossed her legs, put her hands behind her and supported herself on them, leaned back, and gave them a lazy, but calculating, look.
"So," she slowly said, with her eyes half closed, "you like causing trouble; do you?"
"Well; we're not quite as bad as mother tried to make you believe. Sure; she left us alone for a while, and sure; we invited a couple of boys who started searching for something to drink, other than lemonade, but the house was pretty much intact, except for a couple of smashed glasses, and the boys were gone, by the time she came back."
"Oh, I'm sure you're not that bad." Dora lazily smiled. "No one your age ever is. And accidents do, after all, happen; don't they? But, just to be on the safe side..." she opened the bag, and took out a several lengths of rope.
"Patty!" she said, in a voice which told the girls, quite clearly, that she wasn't one to be messed about with. Ever. "Come here, and turn you back to me!"
"What are you going to do?" Patricia asked.
"What does it look like? I'm going to tie you two up, and then I'm going to search this place, from the bottom up, and take whatever valuables I can get my hands on. That's what I'm going to do!"
"Oh? Wouldn't it be easier, if you tied one of us to a chair and gagged her, but only tied the other one's hands behind her back, so she could show you where mum keeps her jewellery, and also give you the code to the safe?" Patricia tentatively wondered. "And tied her to a chair and gag her afterwards too, of course."
"You volunteering?"
"Why not? If that's all right with you, Grissy?"
"Sure." Griselda sighed. "But you'll have to promise me you'll tell me all about it, afterwards."
"Will do!" Patricia beamed.
Dora stood for a long time outside the William's residence, looking up at the windows. Then, she shook her head in disbelief.
'Strange girls, those two were!' she thought, threw her now well filled bag over her shoulder and walked over to her car.
The door bell rang, and Mrs. Williams answered it. Outside stood a girl, about mid-twenties, with waist-long hair, dressed in a knee-length, white cotton dress with light blue and red flowers, and red high heeled sandals. She had a green canvas bag hanging from her shoulder, which looked quite heavy.
"Good afternoon, m'am!" she said, and curtseyed politely. "My name is Dora, and the Alpha agency have sent me."
"Ah, yes!" Mrs. Williams said. "Come in, dear!" She took a step to the side, to let the young woman inside, before closing the door. "Patricia and Griselda are in their room upstairs, waiting for you. Follow me, please."
The two women went upstairs and Mrs. Williams knocked on a door, opening it without waiting for an answer.
Dora looked inside and saw a spartanly furnished room, with two, rather narrow beds, a desk, two wooden desk chairs, and a book case, not even half filled with books. No curtains or blinds covered the windows, but wooden shutters.
"Nice room!" she politely commented.
"Nice of you to say so, but no; it isn't. Quite honestly; it's truly horrible, and I know who to blame. It's the work of my late husband, who hated the sound of children playing at all hours. He was the minimalist type, and came up with the decor of the whole house. I will, of course, replace it, bit by bit, as soon as I can afford it. Starting with this room.
But that's beside the point. I called the agency because I need to go shopping, and I dare not leave these two alone. I did a couple of weeks ago, and they nearly tore the place down, so this time I want to make sure they stay in their room, and out of trouble. Think you can manage that?"
Dora looked at the two girls, who sat on their desk chairs, staring at her. They wore identical, grey, sleeve-less, corduroy dresses, that barely came down to half their thighs, white knee-socks, and slippers. The front part of their below shoulder length, auburn hair were held back by clips.
"Sure!" she confidently said. "No problems!"
"Famous last words, those!" Mrs. Williams dryly remarked. "Well, then; I'm off! See you in a couple of hours, girls! BYYEE!" She waved her hand above her head a couple of times, and left.
Dora walked in, closed the door behind her and sat on one of the beds. Suddenly, her image had changed, from being almost self effacing into someone who had absolute control of her surroundings. Someone who wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Someone who you really shouldn't mess with, or you'd regret it.
She crossed her legs, put her hands behind her and supported herself on them, leaned back, and gave them a lazy, but calculating, look.
"So," she slowly said, with her eyes half closed, "you like causing trouble; do you?"
"Well; we're not quite as bad as mother tried to make you believe. Sure; she left us alone for a while, and sure; we invited a couple of boys who started searching for something to drink, other than lemonade, but the house was pretty much intact, except for a couple of smashed glasses, and the boys were gone, by the time she came back."
"Oh, I'm sure you're not that bad." Dora lazily smiled. "No one your age ever is. And accidents do, after all, happen; don't they? But, just to be on the safe side..." she opened the bag, and took out a several lengths of rope.
"Patty!" she said, in a voice which told the girls, quite clearly, that she wasn't one to be messed about with. Ever. "Come here, and turn you back to me!"
"What are you going to do?" Patricia asked.
"What does it look like? I'm going to tie you two up, and then I'm going to search this place, from the bottom up, and take whatever valuables I can get my hands on. That's what I'm going to do!"
"Oh? Wouldn't it be easier, if you tied one of us to a chair and gagged her, but only tied the other one's hands behind her back, so she could show you where mum keeps her jewellery, and also give you the code to the safe?" Patricia tentatively wondered. "And tied her to a chair and gag her afterwards too, of course."
"You volunteering?"
"Why not? If that's all right with you, Grissy?"
"Sure." Griselda sighed. "But you'll have to promise me you'll tell me all about it, afterwards."
"Will do!" Patricia beamed.
Dora stood for a long time outside the William's residence, looking up at the windows. Then, she shook her head in disbelief.
'Strange girls, those two were!' she thought, threw her now well filled bag over her shoulder and walked over to her car.