IV
Torundel was busy. The young girl in front of him stared as if she had never seen anybody be busy before. Maybe she was not that good a choice for a servant after all. But a middle-aged bachelor needed someone to take care of the house.
It was his own fault. When he married he got rid of old Buffet. He had calculated that his young wife could manage the housework and he had been right, she'd been an expert home manager… until she ran off with the Count. He had been thrilled to save the money from Buffet's tiny salary; now this petty thrift seemed ridiculous. And that was the reason he'd hired the girl.
‘Why are you standing there. Go do something useful!’ he grumbled.
‘Sorry, I thought the master would use my other hole.’
‘What?’
‘It was the custom of my previous master… and the master before him.’
‘Really?’
‘Yes. My latest master required one time a week in the second hole and two times in the third.’
‘The third hole?’ Torundel had to go over the female anatomy in his head, but no extra hole came to mind.
‘The mouth,’ the girl said with a gracious smile.
‘Oh… ’
The shitposting had to wait.
Torundel was busy.
Torundel the Shitposter! A serial fiction that follow these rules:
211 words - Starting with the word Torundel - First and last sentence are identical.
As I am not a native English speaker, I will do like 
Earlier episodes:
Part I
Part II
Part III
