"Yeah, okay but what the fuck are we gonna do while they dyke out"?Greg's response put me at ease."Were gonna grab a few extra beer, sit down and watc... the fucking show,if they try to get us involved, my only thing is you don't touch Dawn, and I will not touch Shelly".This comment through me for a loop.Was Greg insinuating that we fuck our women in front of each other?I was drunk, I was fucking horny, and I agreed."Yup, fuck it, okay let's do this".We headed back into the living room, Dawn and. Then, when almost enough interest has built up to bring the paparazzi snooping around, we'll have some blurry photo's taken of us on a beach somewhere with sunglasses on, and we'll both be kissing you and touching you, but not each other. We'll write up some copy under a fictitious name, full of the usual garbage about reliable sources under conditions of anonymity, ect. ect., and sell it to all the tabloids, People, Entertainment Tonight, and everyone else. They're all going to make money off. I waited a few minutes, but she did not come out of the bathroom."Is everything OK in there?" I called."It doesn't fit right," she said."Why don't you let me decide that," I said. "Come out and show it to me."There was nothing from the bathroom for a moment, and then the door slowly opened. As soon as she walked out, I immediately saw what she meant. This must have been an older suit, because it was smaller than I expected, and it was also a bit worn. I knew instantly that she could not wear. In our building on the slope, there are housekeepers that clean the camp, take out the trash in our rooms, and make our beds every day. But this story is about a housekeeper that did a bit more than that, just for me. I had been working for my company for about a month now and was was starting to get a feel for the place. My mentor and main coworker is a real piece of work. Of course, I mean that in the nicest way possible. Barely 40 and he acts like he is younger than myself. He was.