Careers

She was tired of the commune. Sick of seven immature men who toddled
off to work each morning, leaving her with the overnight mess to clean
up. Work? Well, if it was work then why were they always singing?

She'd show them. She'd had offers. Mrs Bear, for instance, wanted a
live-in breakfast cook and the Sisters a chiropodist. Mr Wolf had even
offered her a red uniform and free dentures to be Granny's carer. But
no. She wanted adventure and the high life.

She smiled as she listened to her mobile phone. "Thank you Mr Knave,"
she said. When can I start? I've always wanted to be a tart
smuggler.