She stood up and said, “I guess I’d better get home. The boys are sound asl**p. I’ll see you later. Oh, and thanks for the snack Mr. Stevens.”...He watched her leave the house and then sat down on the couch. He couldn’t believe what just happened. When he finally went upstairs, his wife was fast asl**p. He tossed and turned for almost an hour before drifting off to sl**p. The next morning, Mr. Stevens wondered if getting sucked off by Olivia was just a dream. He got his answer when he went into. “You didn’t have to wash my clothes.”I looked at him and said, “Believe me, I did need to wash them. Your clothes smelled like a screwdriver and cheap whiskey.”“How the hell did my clothes end up smelling like a screwdriver? I don’t remember drinking anything but whiskey.”As I recalled what I did to him I started laughing and said, “Your clothes smelled like that because you spilled the rest of your drink in my lap and I dumped my screwdriver over your head.”“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I just. James wished he had a young good looking Mexican maid, one whom he could fuck every night. ?Senor Slim, your parents are back!! They expect you to be at the dining table in about 5 minutes!! Dinner is already being served!!? Lucilla cried.?Tell them I will be there!! Now go!!? James expressing his annoyance.Lucilla closed the glass doors behind her. James had about three maids and two butlers. All of them 40 to 50 year old Mexicans. But they. But Iwas standing there without her. She had been the driving force who hadconvinced Ethan to help get me to Scott's party. It was her willpowerthat had badgered me into getting up on stage that night where Scott hadheard me for the first time. Without Emily's drive, there would be noSarah Carerra.I missed her.Standing among the many people who wanted to be my friend and spend asmuch time with me as they could, all I wished was that I had her herewith me. I knew she would be there Tuesday after.