"Come in, please," you say to as you lead her into the house. Then you call up the stairs, "Michelle! Could you come downstairs, I have something for you?"
"Be right down!" she replies.
"Is this your wife?" asks as she looks at a picture of the two of you. "She is very beautiful. Do you think she will like me?"
"I certainly hope so," you reply with a grin.
Michelle comes down the stairs. She seems to have just gotten off work, as she is still wearing her nurse's scrubs. "Hi sweetie, what's going - I'm sorry, who is this?"
Your wife does an honest double-take when she sees standing in your living room. simply smiles demurely, and runs her tongue briefly over her lips as she looks your wife up and down.
"This is ," you say, beginning to feel a little uncertain about the whole thing.
"You hired a housecleaner?" Michelle says, raising an eyebrow. "Listen, I know we talked about how busy we've both been lately and how it would help to hire someone to come in and clean up from time to time, but I figured we'd talk about it first. Maybe get someone a little less..." Michelle pauses to look over 's tight, low-cut French Maid's uniform. "I was going to say 'unprofessional', but it occurs to me that maybe I've assumed the wrong profession. What's this all about?"
"She's from that new company that just moved into town," you say. "You know... FantasyWomen."
Michelle's jaw drops. "You mean she's..."
"She's ours," you say. "It seemed like an ideal way to accomplish that little fantasy we've talked about. What do you think?" |