He reached over and shook her hand. His hand was dry, his grip firm, and she thought she felt a tremble. She didn’t know if it was fatigue or nervou...ness. ‘I’m your new housekeeper?’ she said, trying to jog his memory. ‘Housekeeper?’ He seemed lost. His voice and expression told her this didn’t ring a bell. She nodded. ‘Mr. Hollister said you need someone to take care of you for awhile.’ ‘He did?’ ‘He did.’ ‘Then does that mean you’re going to go out and get some milk? For my tea?’ She smiled.. She was a drinking tank as she had three pegs of whiskey whereas I just finished one. Myself also from marketing field were chatting non stop and were having a great time. We decided to have dinner together and ate in the restaurant. After dinner being habitual smoker I wanted to go for a cigarette she also wanted to smoke but said she was hesitant to smoke outside in open would rather prefer to smoke in room instead.I invited her to my room but she insisted to go to her room. We went to her. I hadn't even been running, or eligible for that matter, but they'd still voted for me. It carried some responsibility, I thought, but I just didn't know what kind.I finally stopped worrying about it though. Like what was I going to do, start acting different? Nobody wanted that. So I figured my responsibility was just to keep being me, if that makes any sort of sense. I thanked everyone and in my trig class. Mr. Hodges actually had me make a little speech, which sort of freaked me out. But it. Then, she smiled."Interesting photo. I didn't know you knew the Defender. When was it taken?" Last summer. He saved me from drowning, and I asked him if I could have a picture taken with him. He agreed, so I got out my automatic camera, and took one of us shaking hands. It was really nice of him to do that for a fan." Tamara agreed, especially since she would never have done it when she was the Defender. He frowned on having his picture taken and signing autographs for fans. Whomever this new.