"Hi, hunk, my name is Leila," she said. And nothing has ever been the same for me since.We drove down the highway without speaking for a few moments. ...hen to my amazement this beautiful creature scooted over next to me and began to fiddle with the fly of my pants.At first I tried to pull her hand away but she was insistent and without further struggle from me she finally popped my pants open and pushed her delicate hand deep into my open fly. I was in a some kind of zone. I knew what was. James asked, ‘Who is it?’ To which a familiar voice replied ‘Room service, sir’ James opened the door to the wonderful sight of his wife dressed in a black and white French maids outfit with matching hat, apron, gloves and stockings with a tray on one arm containing an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses. ‘Your wife has ordered champagne sir, may I bring it in?’ enquired Helen. ‘Yes please.’ Responded James moving aside to allow his wonderfully dressed wife to enter the room.. “Back up! Back up!” they yelled.Seeing human faces, the women begged for mercy, for freedom. “Why are you doing this?” The question was asked again and again, but the guards weren’t allowed to answer. Their job was to hold the prisoners back as a sentinel came in, pushing a cart with a giant vat of stew. It was a collaboration of different meats and vegetables, everything the human body needed. It was made in bulk and made cheap, and for the Workers, it was perhaps the only thing they’d be. I did not realize it, but, as it turnedout, I always picked the frilliest, most delicate and feminine apronavailable. No one but bubby seemed to take notice of this. So on thisoccasion, when I was alone with her, she offered me the pick of theaprons. But Bubby was crafty. She arranged the aprons in such away thatthe plainest aprons including the ones that Zaide used to use whengrilling were on top.Not seeing the trap she had laid for me I rummaged through the apronslooking for my favorite, one.