Thread: The New Maid (Shedao Shai x NurseMaxine)

RE The New Maid NurseMaxine said I had been a cold night, the third in a row and the bench in the park was hard. She was hungry, her hair matted against her face, and though she had done her best to make herself presentable was a mess generally, though it was hard to be presentable when you hadn't showered or eaten wll in more than a week. All that she had was tucked away in the small backpack she carried, and her thin hoody did little to either keep her warm or conceal here rather curvey figure. Since she had seldom gone out of the house when she lived with her mother, and the old woman had been stingy with money she wore mainly sweat pants and hoodies with little underneith as bras in particular were a luxury in he mother's mind. She had rung the doorbell in what was to here he last hope. An answer to an ad for a maid. She knew little else, forbidden to go to school since she was 15, she had based all her worth on the approval of her mother now dead and gone. She almost ran when he came to the door, The man was massive. Huge by comparison to her tiny frame. Her lower lip quivered as she stuttered out an answer. Yy..You placed an a..ad f..for a maid? Oh! I I'm sorry to bother you! she cried out as she turned to run away. Click to expand... He stared. What? No, don't go... with an effort, he softened his voice. I'm sorry, he said more gently. Sorry, I just... had a late night. It's okay. The ad--right, the ad. Please, come inside. Standing back, he held the door and hoped she wouldn't run. Something about her condition had struck a deep chord inside him, and he would rather lose a finger than see the poor girl shivering any longer. Maybe it was the artist in him, or the thing that made women call men chauvenistic pigs, or whatever, he didn't much care. Come on in, he repeated. It's all right, I did place the ad. You're just what I need, please, come inside. You came just in the nick of time. He glanced around his house. The living room was utter chaos, with books and video game controllers, laundry sorted by clean the back of the sofa, filthy-but-wearable the loveseat, and unknown the floor. His DVD collection was all over the place, and you could have fed an army of gerbils for a week on the crumbs. The kitchen was much better, by comparison. Three full trashbags sat beside the bin, each stuffed with plasticware and prepackaged meal trash. The last time he'd cooked something had been a week and a half ago, and there was at least two different kinds of fungus in evidence on the sponge, which sat beneath a dripping faucet in his idea of a scientific experiment. Though he couldn't see them from where he stood, he knew that his bedroom was much the same as the living room, the blankets forming a nest on the floor from Saturday night's recovery. His studio was in the other bedroom, a weights set was behind a screen and his pastels were all over the place. For some reason, he could see one of them on the dining room table, though what he'd thought leaving it there was more than he could think of. The girl looked ready to rabbit at any minute, Jack glanced about and spotted a tee shirt on the back of one of the dining room chairs within arm's reach. He snagged it and put it on hurriedly.