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Keith Lobello I had cleaned myself up with some wet wipes in the office, but I was headed to the nearest restroom to do a more thorough job. I was preoccupied and in a hurry, and I didn’t realize the bathroom was occupied until the new housekeeper popped out of it and walked right into me. “Whoa, there,” I said smoothly, grasping her by the shoulders to balance her. She looked up at me in surprise. There was something vaguely familiar about her. She had dark hair scraped severely into a bun, but some of it had escaped to float around her heart-shaped face. Her large brown eyes were partially obscured by a pair of ugly glasses, and her face was slightly flushed. Her nostrils flared, and a rather disgusted look crossed her face as she pulled away and straightened herself. Ah s**t