But that's okay. He doesn't need to.He helped me to my feet and stood up. We both got dressed. It should have taken me longer since I'm more undressed... He only has to pull his pants up and tuck his shirt in but he was watching me so intensely as I put my blouse on and buttoned it up again that he didn't really start putting his clothing in order until I was ready to leave. When we were both ready he looked out the door and when no one was out there he waved me out. I promised Lucas we'd do it. What were theodds? The working-class Spanish immigrant part was a happy accident,but it satisfies my love of amateur dramatics, so I enjoy it.Maybe if Sally and I ever move to a new neighbourhood, Maria canbecome an ordinary Englishwoman and I can drop the accent. That couldbe a new role. What would she be? Sally's sexy secretary? A nurse?A nanny? An old-fashioned housewife? It's exciting to think about...No rush, though; I'm happy to be Maria indefinitely.Talking of amateur dramatics,. Jeremy said nothing isimpossible, got a copy of the report and left. He said he wouldhave to do some paperwork and he would be calling her tomorrow. She arrived home and the phone was ringing. It was a drug companyinterested in obtaining a sample of the powder. They offered onemillion dollars for two teaspoons of it. She agreed to let themhave two teaspoons of it. They said someone would be there tomorrowto get it and give her a check. She was ecstatic, thinking now shewas a millionaire. . “Maybe the bed is better?” I suggested. “Good thinking,” Mr. Chapman said, standing up to lead the way. I smiled up at him and put his arm around my shoulder, standing close as we walked from the living room to his bedroom. “Are you okay with this?” I whispered.“Are you?” he whispered back. We both nodded.“I want to be cozy too,” Courtney said, sliding under his other arm and wrapping it around her bare waist. Jasmine followed behind us but put her hands on his hips, like she were in a conga.