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approach the residential neighborhood and see Peter the porter on duty, who smiles at me glad to see me.7

-Hello Stefy! I can't wait to see you, make my day better!

-Oh, Peter, you make me feel good, as usual! I answer sincerely.

Peter is a bit like me and he came from Bulgaria, a country neighboring Romania, that's probably why we get along.

He is tall, blond with blue eyes and very friendly. We are two foreigners working in a wealthy neighborhood of Hamilton, a city in New Zealand.

I met him three months ago when I came to work here at my aunt's suggestion. She had been working here for many years, but as my grandmother became ill and had no one to take care of her, she asked me to come to her place so as not to lose her job.

I just finished college for which I prepared as a child, I did it without paying taxes, that's why I spent most of my student time in the dormitory learning to get very good grades. My parents couldn't afford to pay for college, the little money they sent me was to pay for food and shelter.

What can you make of a saleswoman's salary and a mechanic's salary? I love myself a lot and they have always supported me, they have guided me through words all my life. But in vain, after so many years of studying, I woke up unemployed, I didn't find any work for what I finished and what I like.5

So the proposal went well, it made me make plans, to dream of a better future. I did some calculations and if I work here for two years, I will have enough money to open a veterinary office. That's me, the girl with the lists and the plans for the future.1

-I wish you a good day! Peter wakes me up to reality.

-Yes, I'm sure I will! I say ironically and walk away waving my hand at him.

Peter has about the same story as mine, he came to change his fate. I think he likes me, but he doesn't dare invite me somewhere. I see his eyes shining when he looks at me, sometimes I notice a small redness on his cheek. I'm glad he doesn't ask me to go out with him because I don't have time for that, I came with a well-defined purpose and I don't want him to feel bad when I refuse him.

I like this service, I come four times a week on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. The other day I work at a restaurant in town, close to the apartment where I live for rent with Maria, a co-worker.

Nobody was in this big house for about two months and I was just dusting, everything was untouched. But in the last month, in the morning, I find a few empty glasses, cigarettes in the ashtray, women's underwear under the bed or even hanging on the lamp, I have already packed a basket with panties, bustiers, push-up bras, garter belts.3

It doesn't taste bad! For me, underwear consists of white or black panties and bras!

I was thinking of taking them and selling them, maybe earning some extra money would be a bonus. Twice I found the living room devastated, you said it was robbed, empty bottles and cysts thrown everywhere, I even found used condoms thrown in the bathroom or bedrooms.

I know from my aunt that it is the home of an athlete, but I don't know what it looks like or what sport she practices, I know absolutely nothing and I have never seen it, I take the money once a month from an elderly lady who is waiting for me in the first day of the month.2

I don't talk to her much, she smiles at me and tells me to be careful and always clean. I like that no one bothers me, I come clean and leave when I'm done, the faster I move, the more time I have for myself, of course not like in the kitchen, because then it takes me almost a day to clean.

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I go in and I don't see too much trouble in the big modern decorated living room.

Great, I'm finishing fast today!

I put my headphones on and put on my favorite song Metallica -Nothing else matters as hard as I can. I take the vacuum cleaner from the upstairs closet and go into one of the four bedrooms, let it go and start playing at the same time and nod at the guitar chords like a real rocker. When I almost feel like I'm touched, someone taps me lightly on the shoulder. I return quickly and scared, I'm always alone and I see a very tall guy, he sits with his head slightly bent, in the door frame, with his hair disheveled.5

Who the hell is this, God, he came to rob me or rape me?

I'm starting to think as fast as I can.

I can't jump because I'm upstairs, I'd better take him by surprise and run away!

I look at him better and see that he is dressed very briefly, only with an apron. He is brunette and one hand is full of tattoos, his chest is strong, full of muscles.

Hell, I'm scared! That definitely wants to hurt me!

I take the first thing that comes to mind, the vacuum cleaner pipe and root it in front of him.6

-If you approach me, I'll hit you! I tell her resolutely, but my heart tightens with fear.

Hell, can this take me like a bag to carry and run a few miles with me and I want to be scared of a vacuum cleaner pipe?

I can see his lips moving, I think he's saying something, but why the hell can't I hear him? Is he dumb?

-I can not hear you! But if you touch me, I'll hit you hard! I tell him, sniffing at me like a rooster.6

He smiles at me and motions for me to take off my headphones.

Oh, God, headphones! The music was ringing in your headphones and you wanted to hear something? How stupid can you be?

I turn off the music and take off my headphones with one hand, but in the other I hold the pipe up like a sword, I want to look very brave, even though I feel my heart in my throat.

-Who the hell are you? I say sharply.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me in amazement.

What the hell, he's in the house and he's still amazed?

- Who the hell are you? he tells me just as sharply as he rolls his eyes at me.5

It's time to dump her and move on. He has to leave until he has another idea!

-Listen, boy, I advise you to get out of here! You have nothing to steal from here, maybe just some feminine underwear that I'm giving you because surely the stupid owner doesn't know about it! The porter knows I'm here and he'll be here soon and he'll be sorry for you!4

He looks at me and I feel like he's having fun for a while but then he gets annoyed, he motions for me to follow him into the living room. I walk a few steps behind him, and I keep the pipe up.

What does he want to show me? Damn, if there are more, ah, what do I do? What to do?1

The noise he makes, slamming the cabinet doors, opening and slamming them shows me that he's just as nervous as I am.

He takes something from a shelf, a kind of album and a diploma, something like that, and he shows me a picture like a fool in which he is with his grandmother, the woman who pays me.

-I'm Sonny Tomson the stupid owner, the one who doesn't know about women's underwear! he tells me with a grin.3

Oh, fuck! What the hell did I do? I lost my job and lost my aunt's job! He'll strangle me!

-You should introduce yourself now, little Xena!3

I lower the pipe and carry it on my back like a child hiding something bad. 3

-Well, you know, I've never seen you and I didn't know you were home and that's why I reacted like that, I'm starting to justify myself like at school when I wasn't doing my homework.

-Well, now you know me! But I still don't know who threatened me with a vacuum cleaner! he tells me, grinning mischievously.

-I'm Stefania Dumitru, your housekeeper!

-Aaaa, I realized! But I didn't know that my housekeeper had changed, she says curiously and waits for me to give her more explanations.

-Your housekeeper is my aunt, she went home to take care of her mother and left me in her place for three months!1

-You've been here for three months, and I haven't seen you? it seems to say more for him

-Yes! I answer shortly, waiting to be fired.

I look at him and see a large tattoo on his leg.

What the hell is this athlete? He looks like a criminal!2

- You can continue your work! And by the way, I know about the women's underwear you put in a basket next to my bed! Very

subtle! He tells me seriously, but I catch the twinkle in his eye, which makes me blush.

He didn't look at me as much as he talked to me, and when I finished cleaning upstairs, I didn't see him anywhere.

Why the hell was he home? Ah, damn it, what a pity!

I finish cleaning the living room and head out of the neighborhood, stop by Peter and say goodbye in a hurry. I want to take refuge in my apartment, it arrives with emotions for a day. I'm afraid of losing my job, it's too good, easy and I earn well. With the money from the restaurant I pay my rent, the food and the bare necessities, and the housekeepers collect them to carry out my plan.

So I can't afford to be without this service!

If he wants to kick me out, I'll beg him to stay.

Hell, what sport do you play?

He looks pretty weird, he's very tall, I think he's over a meter ninety, he really has a very worked body, all his abdominal muscles are visible, and his shoulders are wide, but those tattoos are pretty weird! I've seen a few locals, natives who are Maori, but I haven't really noticed them yet.3

The apartment where I live with Maria is small, but I made it welcoming and warm. We get along well even though we are different, she is more playful, cheerful, smiling, she lives her day as if it were the last of her life. She comes and goes with all sorts of guys, but she doesn't bother me as long as she doesn't ask me to go with her or do what she does.

I'm calmer, more calculated, I don't like to stand out too much. I go to work, then I go home where I feel good, I relax with a coffee or hot chocolate and I watch all kinds of TV shows, especially the culinary ones. Everyone is surprised that contrary to my way of being, it's the music I listen to, which is more rock music. -Really, I'm telling you! That's exactly what happened to me! Maria tells me with a laugh.

"I can't believe it!" I say in astonishment.

-I was trying to help him get to the table to sit down and when he finally succeeded, I feel his hand on my ass and tell me that he would be grateful if I would let him touch me further!

-What a perverted old man! I call him shocked.

-Okay, he hit me, if he hit you, I think you'd beat him up! he says and we walk out of the restaurant kitchen, laughing out loud at the tables.

It's eight o'clock and it's already starting to crowd, many come to have dinner here thanks to the chef's specialties, based more on fish. Most of them are loyal customers that we know well, they socialize and make us feel good. I work here twice a week, and the owner is a middle-aged woman, fair and friendly, she takes care of us and treats us with respect like her children.

-Stefy, please take your order from my table! I urgently need a bath! Te rooog! Have mercy on me, Maria tells me with her figure of an abandoned puppy.

She is as small as I am, the difference is that I am a brunette with blue eyes and she is blonde.

-Oh, this time! I tell her, still laughing at what she's been up to with the perverted old man who seemed very pleasant and helpless at first.4

O God, appearances sometimes deceive you!

At the table I'm heading to, still laughing, I see three men with three blonde women, all made after the same shoe, tall, silicone and dressed as briefly as possible. They cling to the three of them, clinging like ivy to the fence, laugh at every word and agree with everything they do.

These are just for decoration, they don't even mind a hen! They make us laugh!

-How can I help you? I ask her how serious I can be.

-Ooo, what do we have here? the blond man in front of me tells me, looking at me as if he's just stripped me naked, making the others lift their heads from the menus, and throw the poisoned arrows at me next to him.

We are dressed quite decently, we have short black skirts and white shirts, nothing out of the ordinary.

I look at him indifferently, I got used to such a remark and all sorts of attempts to hang on.

Why do most people think that if we are a waiter and we serve them food, we serve ourselves?

" What do you say, honey, do you want to have threesomes?" he asks the blonde next to him.

"Come on, Richie, order something and leave ... Miss alone!" She replies, pursing her red lips.

-Why, honey? Are you afraid she's better? Well, what it might look like! he says and makes her look at me worse.

-So what do you say? Do you want to do it in threes? he continues to stick out his tongue and mimic oral sex.

I usually avoid conflicts because I don't really know what to say or do, but he forces me and challenges me to reply.

-Well, you, your girlfriend and your right hand are enough, right? There are already three of you! it comes out of my mouth immediately regretting when I hear everyone laughing at the one in front of me.1

-Oh, sweetie, you're tough! I like! and makes the tongue movements again.

"Don't be a donkey, Richie," says the man next to me, whose face I haven't seen before.

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Damn that voice!

I look at him scared, all my indifference and self-control is gone. I feel my heartbeat quicken and I have a lump in my throat.

Ah, damn it, he's my boss! What mother is looking for me here?3

He turns his head towards me and now his face is very close to me, somewhere between my breasts and my head, he throws me a lazy look from the bottom up which makes me regret that I didn't close my first two buttons at the top. He turns to the blonde next to him and asks her if she has decided what she wants to eat.

Calm down Stefania, calm down, she certainly didn't recognize you! He didn't even look at you then!

The blondes look at each other and can already guess what they will order. As all I can offer is the body, and the main occupation is to look good, it doesn't surprise me when I choose a salad and plain water with lemon.4

These anorexics will surely cut the salad leaf into a thousand pieces and will crave men's food!1

The three choose the chef's specialty and drink a whiskey, he drinks a non-alcoholic beer, he probably drives.1

Before I leave the table I take another look at him, his elbow almost touches me, he looks at the one in front of him and in the corner of his mouth he has a mysterious grin.

Shit, shit, shit! Good thing, though, that he didn't recognize me, otherwise he would have fired me!

I walk away from their table and hear the three of them with their shrill, pitiful laughter.

They're probably taking a selfie and laughing at themselves!

I thank God and my mother for reminding me more every time I see specimens like this.2

I leave the order in the kitchen and go to the tables I take care of, glad that there is a big bar in the middle and I don't see my boss anymore. Until she left, I was stressed that she would not see me better, that she would not remember where she had seen me before.

I relaxed only when I saw them coming out the restaurant door and looked out the window at the car parked in front. They are all tall and very well made, but he ...

Ah, damn it looks so good on that shirt! You're crazy Stefania, what are these thoughts?3

Before getting behind the wheel, he turns abruptly and looks at the restaurant and our eyes meet, a smile appears on his face, I leave as soon as I can, but ...

Too late, he saw you!

I closed early today and I can rest, tomorrow I will go to the residential neighborhood and I hope with all my heart to be alone, not to meet him again. I spend the evening as usual, I see a movie I've seen before ten times "Prety Woman" and I talk on Skype with my parents, I miss them and I know they feel a little guilty because they couldn't offer me more.

But I love them enormously and I know that they gave what others are not lucky enough to receive, namely a lot of love.1

In the morning I wake up a little tired and move on again, I had all kinds of strange dreams through which I was fired and I ended up crying and praying on my knees for him.

Well , I would never do that , no matter how desperate I was ! _ _ _

Today he is an older porter whom I respectfully greet and hurry home, Peter is probably free or on the night shift.

I can't believe it's still a strange dream?

In the house you say it was a tsunami, papers, bottles and doses of juice, energizers and beer thrown on the floor or on tables.

I go into the living room and see a more naked woman sleeping on the couch, and a man snoring on the floor.

What the hell was here ? Sexual orgy ? What the hell am I going to do? Should I leave or start cleaning?

I go upstairs to check the bedrooms, the first one is locked, and in the second one I find a naked blonde asleep, wrapped only in a sheet. She smells of drink, and her face is smeared with mascara and lipstick.

I think he had a serious sex game!2

I hurried out of the room and hit myself hard.

-Easy, little Xena! Didn't you take your sword today? he tells me, holding my arms, not to fall.4

I raise my head to see him better, but I have no chance, he's too tall for me and I have to take a big step back. I feel my wet arms where he touched me, I think he came out of the shower because he has wet hair and smells like shower gel. He's just in boxers and he looks gorgeous, thinking of it as if I were touching his chest, every contoured muscle.2

The tattoo on my hand catches my eye, it's like a sleeve and has some really complicated tribal patterns, like spearheads running in a vertical direction.1

What does it represent? Why did he do it? Oh my God, I'm staring!

I look up and see him looking at me in amazement with his eyebrows raised, I see his beautiful brown eyes for the first time.

-Do you like what you see? he asks, grinning cheerfully.

-Ah, I was wondering if you want me to leave or clean up? I tell him as if I haven't heard him and I try to walk past him, but he grabs my arm and makes me startle.

He quickly released my hand, the corner of his mouth rising in a wicked grin.

-Don't flatter yourself, I'm not interested in you! he tells me sarcastically, taking me by the leg and I feel that his words really hurt me and I don't know why because I should be indifferent.5

Does this idiot feel like all women want him?4

He doesn't answer me, so I shrug my shoulders, walk past him, and go downstairs, stepping on all the filth in the living room.

I think I need a whole day to clean up the mess in the house!

I hear him hurrying down after me, and before I go out the door he shouts at me.

-Come on Sunday!1

Ah, I'd give him a damn full of him, but I have to accept him.2

This time he is wearing a T-shirt and some light pants, we look at each other a little and I answer seriously.

-Yes, sir! and I leave the house, the farther I go the more tears I feel on my cheek. I barely resisted, I don't know why, but I felt humiliated, I felt like a maid.