As he was leaving, Liza tugged her skirt over her hot hips, while Lena stood awkwardly at the side of the room, unsure what her next move should be. “I guess I should get back to work?”
“Yes, you should,” Liza answered attempting to restore some dignity.
Both women glanced at Jack’s swaggering form as he opened the door, but his eyes were clearly on the maid alone. He smiled at the vampish young woman, and she warmed seductively in reply, her body swaying in a very appealing way. One would assume the two were thinking of f*****g. And Liza again felt left out again.
At six that evening, Liza watched as her maid, with a bottle of wine from the kitchen pantry in her hand, tripped down the path to the garage. Once Lena slipped out of sight, Liza tried to put the pair in the upstairs garret
