Amanda then spied all the clothes and towels piled up on the sofa then looked at Jared with his unshaven face and absolutely filthy attire. She then l...oked back at those two dips in the bean-bag and asked, “Have you had a chick in here or something. And ... oh pooh! What is that awful smell?”Amanda was becoming aware of Jared’s unwashed body odor and the smell of stale beer drying up on the floor plus the smell of mud and dirt. Then she spotted the thing that Jared was hoping she might. God, Stan must be sixty or more, but he does have a lot of money, and that is what attracts trophy wives. I think they hope to give the guy a heart attack from all the sex, and then get all his money when he dies. Oh yeah, you should also kind of sneak into your conversations that you think she looks sexy or hot. That will put a real smile on her face. If we both keep telling her that we love and want her just like she is, maybe she will get the picture that we do actually love her." Dad, are. Darn, I would have to wait for the maid to finish before I could do anything. I opened the door to my room. There on the bed was the maid – asleep. She had a textbook “organic chemistry” open next to her. I stepped back into the hallway and closed the door. I wasn’t sure what to do. Obviously, she wasn’t there to steal something. She was just a college student exhausted from work and study. Still, whatever I was going to do, I didn’t want the attention of housekeeping. I pushed the maid’s card. She always acted like an enemy towards boys for punishing us for even silly mistake most them for ogling her during her lecture. So I praised my luck and begin to meet her during free times in the laboratory from the next day onwards but she always rejected my readings and scold me I was doing everything wrong even though we both know that my procedures and reading were right ones but I enjoyed those moments alone with her even though she gave me a hard time. I loved to be around those round.