Loose and Win
My servant is wearing his key on a necklace. While he is painting my fence I go to his room and sit on his cold foam mattress, it's softer than mine. When I look out of the window I can see my neighbours servant cutting the box hedge around the house. I prefer less green borders. Following and old habit we meet on rainy sundays and have a Martini. We let the servants present our newest acquirements on a silver platter. I know mine are better than his.
