She sported corn rows, a button-down shirt, and jeans. Simple, comfortable, just right. Her guitarist was a white guy with shoulder-length hair and ...n expensive looking acoustic-electric. Ophelia stepped up to the microphone. “Thank you all for coming; we are A-Minor, I’m Ophelia, he’s Tyler; just so you know, we are looking for a drummer. We hope you enjoy our music.” They played for about half an hour; the music was mesmerizing. Somewhere in the middle of the second song, Ophelia’s melodic. “What’s the matter?” he asked her softly. “I…I…you have no need to worry yourself with me sir, I’m only a maid. I will be all right.” Mandy bit her bottom lip, making a great effort to hold in her emotions. “Please, please come in and sit a little while, and let me know what’s bothering you. I will call down to the lobby and let them know you are with me.” Her eyes grew wide with fear. “Oh no sir, please don’t do that, I need this job desperately, especially now.” Dane wondered what that. Assuming I was just moving in closer so I could see Shannon didn't mind at all, even as I laid my right hand on her back, low enough so if I wanted to I could easily and quickly slide down into her panties or up and under, rolling her over fast so I could get at her breasts."You're looking down my shirt aren't you?" What, no, of course not... oh shit Shannon I'm sorry." Well, it's okay I guess, I trust you. So do I have nice tits?" We shouldn't be talking like this Shannon, but yeah you do,. "Where are mom and dad?" She asked walking to the kitchen."Date night; just left, they will be gone for a while" I said, trying to make it clear that I didn't want to talk. She came into the room and plopped down on the couch next to me."What’s wrong, Robbie?" She asked leaning in close."Dad won’t let me invite anyone over tomorrow because he has to fucking work" I answered shortly."Aw" she mocked in a baby voice, "Does that make the little Robbie sad?" Leave me alone God damn!" I told.