Spending nearly 4 months at the Richfield mansion one would think that i was living the life. But in some way I was living a lie. I walked behind my employer’s wife, holding all her designer bags that contained the very expensive cloths that she brought. I didn’t even feel the weight of it all but instead I kept feeling the guilt of what I had done to her.
She walked a head of me and entered into yet another fabulous store and I being her maid for the day followed her
She chatted with the sales girl who seems to have known her very well. If sat on yet another chair in silence trying not to think of the love making between myself and Max at his beach house almost two weeks ago or the kisses that we shared when no one was looking our way. Those memories of ma beg so happy to see me-- to k
