Jobs. Jobs?<i>Odd jobs...</i>"Oh... er, crap. Er..." Belle was, for once, at a loss for words. "Shit.... Um.... Well, honestly, the only people I'm that close to all have maids, gardeners and dog walking services, that they pay good money for." She paused. "Most of them shop on-line too, like I do." She paused, thinking. "To be honest you wouldn't make anything more than pin-money doing that sort of fuck-work anyway. To get a decent wage as a maid or dog walker, you need references. I'd definitely give you a good one, but I'm not sure how much I could say, unless you came to work for me full time, and I'm not sure what the probation people would say about that... Hmm. I do have contacts in the music industry, they're always looking for kids with ambition who're willing to start at the bottom of the shit-pile and work their way up to the top... I mean you'd start on minimum wage, just as a general dog's body. Fetching and carrying, making coffee, hanging up coats, sweeping the floor, shit like that. Then you work you way up to a sound stage fitter, helping set up instruments and shit for bands. Then maybe you get hired on as a roadie by a band that's going on tour. Roadies make good money!"<br/><br/>She shrugged. "No promises, mind. I'll put out some feelers, see if anyone is hiring."<br/><br/>The drier pinged just then and Belle hauled herself to her feet. "Clear the table and put the stuff in the dishwasher. I'm going to make a list of your clothing sizes. Much as I might be a perverted old dyke and enjoy having you run around here naked, it just won't do to have you wash your clothes every time you're here. So, I'll buy you some new clothes - especially as some of these are quite literally falling apart. Then whenever you visit you can get changed and I'll wash the stuff you wore that week ready for your next visit. Is this the sort of clothing you wear by choice, or would you prefer something a little more feminine?"<br/><br/>Having openly admitted that she enjoyed looking at Taz with no clothes on, Belle watched quite openly as Taz dressed again.<i>Fuck, Belle, she's far too young for you, you dirty old bitch!</i>But that didn't stop her wondering what Taz would be like in bed.<i>Lively, skinny, wriggly</i>?<br/><br/>She showed Taz out, wishing for one fleeting moment that she didn't have to. And when the girl was gone and she had phoned the Probation Office, Belle sighed and picked up Treasure Island, read all the way through the rest of the book. All the while wondering what the hell she was thinking, why was she lusting after this child, why was she even considering the possibility of asking... No, it was too ridiculous. Plus the Probation fuckers would almost certainly object.<br/><br/>She would wait and see what the report said.