So I met a woman I'll call Elizabeth this morning. She has a small business, and its nerve center is in complete disarray. I haven't seen it yet, but I will next week, and my duty as her slave for the forseeable future is to organize it, three or four hours at a time, once a week.
This is the first time she has replied to a CL ad, and she was a bit nervous, but pleasant and sensible. She is very eager not just to get her business in order, but to vent -- she has a sharp tongue, and all her life she has had to moderate it. With me, she doesn't. I love verbal abuse, and I hope she has some fun with this.
She is also eager to keep our arrangement secret, which will require some effort, but I am happy to respect her wishes (and certainly won't reveal any remotely personal information about her here). I will record what happens, though.
She impressed me today. She wanted to know what I hoped to get out of this; how often I was able to work; how I wanted to be punished and rewarded; and how long I thought we should plan on this lasting. All good questions, and showed some thought.
The one real bummer is that she wants me there in the morning. It is a fair commute, and I am a night person now anyway, so this part I dread, but hell -- I'm supposed to be her slave. I think I'm supposed to suffer a bit.
I'm happy.
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