The two worked at a maid club. Maid clubs were imports from Japan. Men came in and were greeted by hostesses dressed in traditional maid outfits. They...would all say, “Welcome Home.” Each man would choose what maids he wanted to serve him that night. The hostesses would drape themselves all over him, feed him, tell him how handsome he was, and pour his choice of beer or booze into a glass or mug.The one ironclad rule of the maid bar was the guests were not allowed to touch the hostesses. Do that. “Well, that’s a good sign, the cat replied. “Perhaps there is hope for you yet, Alice. And now, the show is about to begin, and I would hate to miss it. I hope you enjoy yourself as much as everyone else is about to enjoy you.”With that, he disappeared as he always did, leaving his grin behind for a brief moment before it, too, faded from site. With a sigh, she looked back out at the audience who let out a collective gasp. Curious as to why, she followed their gaze and let out a gasp of her. The idea of Brandon being a boss in the office again struck everyone inthe office as fanciful while they watched as he confidently scurriedaround the office in heels as he was filing, faxing and copying papers.They figured that they had seen the last of Brandon, especially as hiswife continued to grow the company's bottom line while she exercisedunfettered control over the company for the first time.Brandon Stewart increasingly turned into only a memory for the officeworkers as most of the. I can see a light on at the side of the house. So I decide to walk over and take a look. As I approach, I can hear water running, I’m guessing it’s the bathroom. When I get to the window it’s slightly ajar, I grab it quietly, opening it a little more so I can get a better view inside. I can just see the figure of our neighbour in the shower, who had only recently been over at our place. I decide to wait for her to get out of the shower. She turns the water off, opens the shower door, and.