*aligned.

Hey, we all make mistakes, I’ll forgive you. Really? Most people think I have a ‘boy next door’ essence.

And where exactly is this ‘next door’ place? The local trailer park?

Know anyone hiring? 

I can give you the numbers to a few of my past maids. Can’t promise they’ll be any good though. After all, there’s a reason I fired them.

Do you think it’s bad that all my clothes smell like coffee? Even after washing everything like a hundred times, nothing gets it out.

Looks like it’s time for a new maid.

Clive Christain 1872. I don’t us that cheap crap.

Oh, my sincerest apologies. It must have just been that whole ‘fuck boy’ essence of yours.

Time for a new maid, then.

Obviously. I don’t know what daddy’s problem is with finding good help. Maybe we can hire Rosalinda?

Nah, I’m a cologne guy, but the fact that you’d be willing to share is cute.

Let me guess. Polo? Hollister?

The real question is who’s opposed to this idea?

My new maid. Not the same one.

You can though, can’t you? It’ll cost you, but..

Cost who? Me? That’s funny, sweetie.

Nobody’s stopping you.

Would you like some before bed too?

I’m sure no one’s stopping you.

True. Plus, I’m not sure they could stop me if they wanted.