I didn't care. Whatever it was it couldn't be as bad as being broke, unemployed and possibly homeless."Okay, here it is. Every Saturday, from eight in...the morning until I dismiss you, you'll be my personal maid. You'll come to my apartment and clean it, wash my linens and personal items. You will also be responsible for my dry cleaning. Do you think you can handle that?"I thought she was joking. I waited for the punch line,,, it never came. She was serious as I was humiliated. My pride told me. She stopped just short of him, produced a packet of cigarettes as if from no-where and asked him if he had a light. Fumbling in his pockets, he brought out an old lighter and sparked it into life. She moved closer and, taking his hand in both of hers, bent to the flame. She smiled and thanked him, but they both knew that it was all a charade, a way to break the ice. She didn't feel like messing around so she told him straight, what was on offer and just how much it would cost. She stood for a. I could see her in silhouette from the moonlight coming through the window. She got into the bed and kissed me tenderly. “Be gentle, Dean, please. I’ve never been with anybody before.” “I’ve never been with anybody before either, Sherry. I want our first time to be very special.” “I know, Dean, and I love you for that. Let’s make some memories, babe.” I reached out and caressed her face and whispered, “I love you Sherry, always and forever.” I ran my hand down her side and found she was. It really bothered me that my daughter was with strangers so much. I moved my office to a storefront I bought cheap, across the street from the day care center. I hired a grandmotherly woman with the grandmotherly name of Mildred, as my office manager. While I needed her around full time to answer the phone and such, there really wasn’t enough work to keep her occupied. It was her idea that she would watch my daughter for the last three hours of the work day. My daughter was delighted, and so.