Ratchet (I did not name him this) the Scottish Terrier, Marvin, Claire and Gage.
Claire married Marvin when she was in her early 20s. Marvin was on the cusp of becoming an elder. Not long after, they welcomed baby Gage. Gage is now about 8 years old, Claire is hovering around her 30s. Marvin isn’t as robust as he once was, and he spends an awful lot of time working and working overtime, much to the neglect of his family.
Sure, Claire loves Martin, but there’s no love, no romance, and hardly any woohoo. And when there is, it’s not satisfying at all. While Marvin works in business, Claire is a stay at home mom, and GLADLY, because she’s lazy and can’t stand work. She hates cleaning to.
“So why don’t we hire a butler, Marvin? He can do cooking and cleaning and help Gage with his homework. Then I can have more time to spend pursuing my hobbies, like, working on my tan and admiring myself in the mirror.”
Not one to deny his wife’s wants, he relented. So they hired a butler.
The Butler, Sterling Woodward, arrived at 8 am the next morning for his new assignment. “Good morning Mrs. Clarke, my name is Sterling Woodward, and I’m you’re new butler. If you can show me to my living quarters, I can get settled in, and you can apprise me of my duties and schedule.”
“Wow…” She gasped. “I mean… yeah…Your room is the first one on the left when you come out of the elevator. You’ve already walked right past it. The keys to the room are on the nightstand so you can lock your door for privacy at night.”
“Thank you ma’am.” He replied, walking away with a small suitcase in hand. It contained all of his earthly possessions. A few minutes passed and Sterling reappeared, ready to receive his assignments. Claire just gawked at the handsome young man before her. He appeared to be at least 10 years older than her, a man of about 40. But compared to Marvin, he was so well built and broad shouldered. His bright green eyes contrasted beautifully against his jet black hair.
“Ma’am” He began.
“Oh please, call me either Mrs. Clarke or Claire. Ma’am is too formal sounding.”
“Certainly. May I ask what my duties will be?”
“Well, I need you to cook meals, because I can’t cook for nothing. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I need you to help my son Gage with his homework, because… that’s boring. I need you to do the laundry, repair things when needed, clean things as needed, do light dusting, that’s all I can think of for now. We need you to be up at 8 am every day to start your work, and you can finish your day at 10 pm. Weekends, you can be up at 9 am, and off at 9 pm. Sunday’s you can finish at 12 pm, and take the remainder of the day off. Feel free to leave the premises at that point, but you must return by 8 am the next morning.”
“Yes Mrs. Clarke, thank you. If you don’t mind, if you are finished, I’d like to start my duties now?”
“Yes…that’s all. I’m sure when Marvin gets home from work he’ll probably say all of that and more. We’re a pretty easy going family so make sure you take time for yourself each day to make sure your personal needs are met as well.”
“Yes Mrs. Clarke, thank you.”
“That will be all now, you’re dismissed.”