It sucks, but I'm posting it anyway. THE CONTINUING SAGA OF ESPEON, WORLD ADVENTURER/FIEND.
Lee was not his name, but that's what Master Espeon called him and always had since they day they met. Sipping his morning tea, Lee looked out over the expanse of Espeon’s estate. It was hard-won many years ago from the jungles that now only licked its edges. It had seemed foolhardy then to venture so far away from the rest of mankind then but now the orchards were settled and the cashew trees grew strong in orderly rows woven into the hillsides. In the distance, workers laughed and gossiped as they went about their daily routine. Espeon's plantation was so far from the cities that it was but a rumor to its nearest neighbors. As Espeon said it would, the remoteness had its advantages: the government could come and go, the cities could be aflame with riots, but here no tax collector ventured and his workers lived trouble-free lives which were hard to come by in this country.
Despite the tranquility, the plantation was far from profitable and Lee intended to bring this up with Master Espeon as he was here for his yearly visit. As always, he was sleeping in late. Lee's hands shook as he looked over the books. As the manager of a plantation he felt he was ill-prepared with his only other work before coming here had been as a bellboy at the Bangkok Hilton. He longed for that simple job, no matter how lowly it had been, now that he was often forced to be a horticulturist, a justice of the peace, mechanic, and accountant on nearly a daily basis. If Espeon's other ventures abroad--whatever they were--should fail and infusions of cash should ever end, there was no telling what become of this place. Lee feared he would be lynched should the workers not receive their pay.
At last a servant came for Lee and informed him not only that Espeon was awake but had been taking his breakfast for some time. Smoothing back his thinning hair and resisting his urge to yell at the servant for taking so long to carry this message, Lee grabbed the plantation's ledger and ran downstairs to meet with his master. Espeon wore a robe and listened as he ate his breakfast to an old worker who spoke of the many happenings on his farm. Like all the workers that had been here since the beginning showed a great deal of age from years in the sun and from the hard work of clearing the jungle. Despite this, with the master present, he made a point to wear platform shoes, the shortest skirt possible, and a tight tube top that did its best to push up breasts where there were none.
"Master Espeon", Lee spoke with airs of quiet desperation, "Many years ago when I told you that I could get ladyboys for you that would do anything for money, this isn’t really what I had in mind..."