The other man snickers before trying to cover it up with a fake cough. They both make a hasty retreat down the stairs and Marilyn soon hears their van...drive away. Marilyn walks up to the guest bedroom door and tries the knob, but it is locked. What the fuck, Marilyn mutters to herself as she hears a car in the driveway. Thinking the workmen had come back to give her the key she makes her way down stairs. As she reaches the bottom she sees Harold dressed in a stylish suit waltz in the front. She said that some people are 'made to be bosses andsome people are made to be workers.' She said that I should realize myplace and stop being so macho. She said that if I was girl---it wouldnot bother me to have Amanda as my boss. That is why she did not likehiring me to be housekeepers. I guess she was right.Amanda turned out to be very demanding. She expected me to completelyobey her. She also thought it would be fun if we looked alike. So, shemade me wear my hair in a similar style. He gave his address to the driver.He kissed her. She kissed back. Both smelling of the alcohol they had consumed but neither noticing. He was hard. She was still dancing to the beat.He kissed her as the lights flashed by the windows, hands stroking, teasing, keeping her fire alight, but not too bright. Nothing was certain. Not yet.He placed a hand on her leg, and then slightly higher, apart from another giggle she made no response. He kept up the gentle kissing.Unheeding of the driver, he. One day, just weeks after reaching adulthood, a bounty hunter captured me and sold me to this pretentious family. Master was a grotesque, fat, bald man who also had a nasty cruel streak about him and treated all his slaves like they were property...which we were in his eyes. His daughter wasn't much better. Now thirty-five, her father had rejected many of her suitors over the years as he didn't want to be alone...his wife dying years ago, lucky to not have to put up with this man. Annabelle was.