I work all day, and hardly anything seems to get done. Also: Ick. Ick. Ick, ick, ick! You won’t believe what just happened. You really won’t. I was hungry, okay? I get hungry. I don’t care how skinny you think I am. Sometimes a girl has to eat something in the middle of the night. I'd just finished my first day of real work, and I'd worked up an appetite, all right? Dusting and wiping and sweeping and vacuuming and dusting again—it's tiring work. Anyone would get tired from it. So, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Claudette was there too—on her way out. She wasn’t wearing anything but a completely hot set of violet lingerie—stockings, garters, corset—the works. She had a glazed, misty-eyed look on her face. There was some sort of gel or cream on her lips—she wiped it off and licked it up eagerly as she passed me, barely noticing I was there. “’Scuse,”
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