Name: Louise DesJardins<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Nationality: French<br/>Age: 21<br/>Date and Place of Birth: 14 Feb, Périgueux<br/>Height: 5'5"<br/>Weight: 144lbs, (10st 4lb), BMI: 23.5<br/>Hair Colour: Black, long, straight, very fine.<br/>Eye Colour: Grey.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Maid01_75pct.jpg)<br/><br/>Educated at Les Académie des Beaux-Arts, Montmiraille, Paris, Louise is a fine painter and sketcher of the realism school. She left university a year ago and has since been unable to secure arts-related employment. She spent her spring and autumn Saturdays at the gates of the Parc Monceau doing quick caricature sketches for tourists, while in summer she worked at a well known Paris theme park as a general maid and cleaner in several of the hotels on-site.<br/><br/>While there she met a young man, Jean, who was a waiter at the same hotel. A furious and wonderful summer romance blossomed and all that Louise knows about what to do in the bedroom, she learned from this kind, enthusiastic and virile boy.<br/><br/>Jean however wished to see the world and began his journey by accepting work at another theme park in Orlando, Florida. Their parting was tearful but Louise took away from this chapter in her life many valuable experiences and fond memories of her only lover.<br/><br/>As well as her native tongue, Louise can speak Italian and English well, and German passably, all delectably delivered in her sweet lilting Dordogne accent.<br/><br/>Louise is not slim, she is rather chunky for her height but she is by no means overweight. While her curves might not be described as fully Rubenesque, she is very curvaceous. In fact quite spectacularly so, making her popular while working as a barmaid. Her cheerful disposition, sweet nature and general helpfulness reinforce the image of the almost perfect helper.<br/><br/>Still applying regularly for jobs that she considers might usefully employ her serious talents, she meanwhile took up bar-work and it was while working in a café-bar at Montmartre that she met a gentleman who only identified himself as Monsieur Marc. Monsieur Marc gave her the telephone number of a business associate of his, and said his friend was seeking permanent domestic staff at his large villa on the Mediterranean Island of<strong>. . . . .</strong><br/><br/>Monsieur Marc added that he thought Louise would suit the post perfectly. It was the way his gaze glided quickly downwards and up to her face again as he said ‘perfectly’ that made her hesitate about following up this opportunity.<br/><br/>But not for long, nor very seriously, when Louise, having little to lose and keen to travel to places that might offer a fresh opportunity for demonstrating her artistic talents, as well as knowing how beautiful the island was, applied for the job.<br/><br/>She was invited for an interview and arrived at the large and beautiful wrought iron gates to the villa one sunny Saturday lunchtime in mid-June. Louise had few possessions and her parents had died in a car accident several years before, thus it was that the small portmanteau she clutched in both hands contained everything she owned, everything she was.<br/><br/>The young woman in the orange sundress appeared quite unremarkable, if pretty, to passers-by, yet as a voice answered her call at the entry-phone and the metal gates swung electrically open and she stepped though, she had no idea that not only was the current chapter in her life drawing to a close, but in fact her entire old life up to now was doing so. The open villa gates symbolically heralded a new phase of Louise’s life, if not a new life altogether.<br/>