Retirement

[intriguess]

If you could call it that, she was a genetically modified, surgically enhanced super agent. She had fought and seduced her way through many nations. Finally peace had settled and she was forced into retirement as she was classified as a weapon of mass destruction. First and foremost she had a great severance package, they couldn't have her looking for work in her field after all.

So what was a stunning brunette with a body built for death and sin to do when she retired at barely forty years old. She couldn't be in public eye, she couldn't have children, her reproductive system having been one of the first things to go. She was sure her eggs were on ice somewhere, but any maternal yearnings had long been driven out of her.

She bought a mansion, a beautiful estate, and was trying to get involved in cleaning the place up and finding a staff. After all she couldn't cook, couldn't garden, and while she rode like a pro, she wasn't a stable master.

OOC so pm your thoughts, thinking a series of people decorators landscapers and the like

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Jake Tabor

Jake sat looking beady eyed at the squirrel as it twitched its tail. He took careful aim and looked through the scope again. It turned and looked at him then its head disappeared. Jake sighed. Its not like the old days. The rats he had taken down were much larger and a greater threat. A threat to national security. Not a threat to the Johnson estate.

Mrs. Emma Johnson had a thing about squirrels she hated them. They were her personal sworn enemy. No quarter was to be given offered or allowed. The estate was to be a squirrel free zone. Fourteen acres of semi forested lands. Fourteen acres of squirrel insurgent hideouts. The enemy was known the enemy was identified, the enemy was to be destroyed.

Mrs. Emma Johnson sat in her gazebo reading her ladies novel, the newest offering from her favorite author Norma van Tracmire. The hero was on the edge of a cliff over looking a vast exspance of prime wildernes and suddenly encounters a wild mountain lion being lead by a enormously breasted warrior amazon. She looks up to take a pull from her mint julep. And that is when she saw it. Her sworn enemy the gray squirrel. It sat on the rail taunting her. They sat staring at each other. The squirrel flicking it tail, Emma frozen in an angry rage. That is the day Jake Tabor lost his job.

Two days later he showed up at the mansion, a beautiful estate, he is the new handyman.

 

[intriguess]

Mary Clark, not her given name, or one of a zillion alias's she had used throughout her career, but the lame ass name she had been saddled with, and it suited the cover story she supposed.
Her retirement cover was that of a wealthy widow, who had loved her husband to death, according to the rumors, which is why his family would have nothing to do with her.

Anyhow Mary had advertised for staff, and she had a credit card on file at most of the restaurants, that way she didn't have to bother carrying her purse.

Privacy was nice, and so far she had a pool cleaner, a once a week housekeeper, and a repair man was to show up any day now. She was lounging pool side, attempting to unwind, wearing a skimpy bikini, she had worked hard for her hot body, she wasn't afraid to show it off.

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