The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid
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				Title: <strong>The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>26-04-2015, 15:07:22</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>27-04-2015, 16:51:35</strong>
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				~~~Some months before the lunch at Arabesque~~~<br><br>Alison sighed and stretched as she woke and got out of bed. Philip had headed off for a ten day business trip to... , Alison couldn't remember where it was that her husband was visiting, not that it really mattered as she knew what was really happening. A ten day business trip for Philip meant 5 days working and the other 5 days screwing whoever it was he'd taken with him, normally this wouldn't have bothered Alison in the slightest but this time it irked her a little as her list of boy toys was rather thin at the moment. For some reason they were either all on holiday or had fallen in love with the girl of their dreams and were now being faithful, it was a terrible state of affairs or in Alison's case lack of affairs.<br><br>As Alison shed her PJ's and walked into the wet room she thought about giving the pulse setting on the shower a damn good working out for a second and then remembered it was Tuesday. Not just Tuesday but the second Tuesday of the month which meant that the gardeners would be visiting today. While Tom wasn't remotely her type, he seemed to have an almost endless supply of young employees so who knows she might get lucky and find something to watch. After finishing her shower Alison walked naked over to her wardrobe and peered inside trying to decide on the right look, on the off chance Tom's helper was at least semi-attractive she didn't want to appear overly formal but she also didn't want to look like a member of staff. She eventually settle of a pair of designer blue jeans that fitted her perfectly along with a pair of shiny black boots with a small heel, she finished the ensemble off with an olive green sweater flecked with gold that was just thin enough allow some a glimpse of her black underwear in the right light.<br><br>Alison made herself busy around the house, turning down some truly awful charity events and then forwarding on the details of several people who'd annoyed her recently to the organizers. There was also the matter of the household finances as whenever Philip took his long business trips Alison thought it was only fair to transfer a little extra out of his accounts into her rainy day fund. The movement of funds was interupted by the sound of Tom's wagon pulling up in the drive way, Alison didn't want to rush but she also didn't want to miss her opportunity to see who Tony had with him. Peering out of the window she caught sight of some movement around the back of the truck, it was definitely someone Alison hadn't seen before and as the new employee came into view <strong>"Well, hello handsome."</strong> she said to no-one in particular.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rahatngt</strong> on <strong>28-04-2015, 12:27:55</strong>
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				It was fine morning, fine enough that even though the bright ray of the sun had woken Paul up prematurely he didn't really mind. He had taken a long shower to get over the slight drowsiness. He was actually grateful for the extra time, taking the time for breakfast, chatting up his mom and getting ready for his work. He was going to start working on a new property, not new for the landscaping/gardening guy he worked for but his first time at the properly so Tom will be hands on to show him the rope.<br><br>He wore his faded jeans and worn t-shirt, pulling on a flannel shirt over it as he walked down a few block to stand on a corner to be picked by his boss. The short journey was filled with the boss explaining his schedule and how he would be doing the work all by himself next time. Only a couple lived in the property and according to the boss they were pretty easy going so he should be having any problem. Paul have had good experiences in his new jobs so far, everyone seemed to like the silent new young man whose focus was completely around the job and not lazying around in some nice property.<br><br>As Tom parked the pickup as usual it was his duty to get the tools out and ready for work. As Paul's feet hit the ground he had no idea how this day would irrevocably change with it. He was just coming out from behind the pickup when he heard the softly spoken words uncertain if he really heard what he thought, his head whipped toward the sound even as his hands automatically went to unlock the back.<br><br>He pulled out the shovels and other equipment as his eyes wondered about the house and part of the nice lawn he could see. <strong>"So where do you want me to put the equipment and start from?"</strong>, he asked his boss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 23:20:48</strong>
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				Alison didn't rush out of the house as she didn't want to seem overly interested but she also didn't want linger to long just in case Tom's new hire wandered off before she got the chance for a closer inspection. Alison casually made her way out of the house to the garage where Tom had parked his truck, he was speaking to his new employee pointing over towards an area of trees that were on the property boundary. Alison purposefully ignored the new boy as she approached the gardener <strong>"Hello Tom, Phillip wanted me to have a word with you about the back of the garage, he said it looked like we had moles or rabbits or something if you could have a look at it?"<br></strong><br><strong>"Of course Mrs Reid, just need to get Paul started with the lawns..."</strong> So his name was Paul, well that was a start Alison thought before she cut Tom off mid-sentence <strong>"Why don't you go look at the mole hills and I can show Paul where we keep the grass and the mower?" </strong>Alison arched her eyebrow and gave Tom a playful little smile, he knew that she was really asking him if it was OK and he knew better to disagree with a paying customer. <strong>"Well as long as your sure Mrs Reid"</strong> Tom meekly replied before heading off behind the garage.<br><br><strong>"So Paul. How about I give you the grand tour of grounds?"</strong> Alison started to walk around to the side of the house passing the well manicured hedges and flower beds <strong>"If I know Tom he won't trust you with his floral arrangements just yet, you'll have to prove yourself first." </strong>Alison cast her eye over the slightly grubby jeans and flannel shirt that seemed to be a uniform for Tom's employees and she couldn't help but wonder what was hiding under the flannel. <strong>"So is this a full time job with Tom or are you still in college?" </strong>Alison always asked just in case the reply was <strong>"I'm still in High School"</strong>, there were some scandals that even she wasn't going to tempt. As they rounded the house the expanse of the lawn came fully into view <strong>"Now I know that seems like a lot of grass but there is a sit on mower in the garage so it shouldn't be as bad as it looks. There are some parts that the sit on won't get to but I don't imagine you'll have any difficulties pushing a normal mower around will you?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trophy Wives Club - Alison Reid</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mia h</strong> on <strong>21-05-2015, 15:28:04</strong>
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				<strong>"Circling? If you do it in circles both Tom and Mr Reid will have your ass in a sling. If it's not cut in perfectly straight lines and perfectly edged there will be hell to pay."</strong> It was all Alison could do to stop herself from laughing as she chided Paul with a stern voice and equally stern face. The was something about Paul's manner that Alison couldn't resist teasing him to see what kind of reaction she'd get from telling him off. Alison held Paul in her steely gaze for a few seconds to see if he would wilt, before her face soften as she broke into a wide smile <strong>"It's alright, Tom really isn't that much of a hardass. But Mr Reid does like the lawn to be well manicured, just like everything else really, so no missing bits and definitely no taking divots out of the lawn."</strong><br><br>Alison kept making small talk with Paul as they returned to the garage, trying to size up the young college student. Cute, a little bit shy and working his way through college, these were all things Alison could work with but she needed to easy him into it gently just in case he startled easily.<strong> "Now the mower is just in the corner over there."</strong> Alison pointed to a red object that was partly hidden behind a stack of boxes, this garage was full of junk but it was her husbands junk and she knew better than to try and tidy it up. <strong>"Honestly I have no idea how it works, but I think there's some spare fuel in a can er.. somewhere."</strong>
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