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Rebekah opened the door that led to the tunnel under the hill. The cute boy by her side peeked into it, then turned around and grinned at her. His eyes descended with a cautious sensuality down the voluptuous lines of her lushly shaped body before he looked back into the tunnel and disappeared. Rebekah closed the door and went upstairs. It was an old tunnel from the cellar into a large barrel-like enclosure lined with shelves that were too old and rotten to hold anything, whatever they might have held decades ago. Then the tunnel part proceeded, probably dug later, maybe during a war or something, right through the hill.
She had a new boy upstairs. He was busy at the moment shining leather shoes and boots in the kitchen. She had hired him yesterday and he started today. He, too, was very angelic looking, a type she didn’t usually bother with, but this boy’s beauty that shone with a heavenly aura around his features and his soft blond hair stopped at his blue eyes, which shined with the merriment of the very devil himself. He had been too enticing to pass up. She could only hope that he was not a goodie-goodie who ran to his mother with each little problem he had.
“How are you doing, Jim?” she asked, smiling, as she came through the cellar door into the kitchen.
“Take a look, Miss Howell!” he said, pointing at the half-finished row of shoes that were spread across the floor on newspapers. Then he looked at her with curiosity.
Here it comes, she thought. All of the boys were curious at first as to why no one was allowed to wear shoes in the house, although there were so many shoes in need of constant shining. But he didn’t ask that at all.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.