" I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know who the fuck you are," I said."Maybe not but my mother set us both up. You are supposed to b... my guardian angel," she stated emphatically."If it bothers you, call her up and tell her to fire me," I said. I meant from the part time gig at the motel."I don't want to cost you your job," she said. "But I also do not want you getting involved in my private life." Lady, I don't know what your relationship with your mom is and I don't care. I. ” A tear streamed down her cheek. I held her hand tighter, and leaned forward to kiss the tear away. Her other hand reached around my head, and gently nudged me towards her lips. It tasted like coffee and lipstick, a taste I hadn’t encountered since our last night together years ago. It was enough to make me give in.She pulled away and whispered “The girls can’t see us like this, they’ll be fine, their swimming lessons have paid off. We should move to my bedroom.” We stood up and I followed. "This is my housekeeper Consuela Martinez. Consuela, mi amigos Jake Caulfield, Leslie Owens, y Sara Johnson. I forgot she was coming today, guys. I had intended to run everyone out after the pizza was gone last night, but totally forgot about Consuela when things started developing as they did." I go, come back later?" Consuela asked in broken English."Nonsense," Sara Johnson said. Taking Jake's hand she added, "Jake and I will scoot back upstairs and put on enough clothes to not embarrass. Barbara is involved in the concert, and doesn't even notice you until the end. She seems puzzled, but accepts it when I tell her you're a friend from work. We walk to the car, and I unlock the doors, but you take the key from me, and motion me toward the passenger seat, telling Barbara that I'm not feeling well. You drive us home, which you know will be deserted, because I had told you that the boys were out of town. Once in my house, you drop all pretense, and tell my daughter that her.