47 My lovely little miss (1/2)
Thursday, November 10th
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02:05pm New York Time
11:05am Los Angeles time
In a large house in Berverly Hill where you can see engraved in gold letters on a oversized portal: (Jessica Benson's small country house), Mary, with a meal tray in her hand, knocks gently on the door of a room. Not getting any answer, she doesn't get angry but on the contrary, she smiles. This operation it's the joyful heart that she repeats it every morning since the then 3-year-old miss decided to sleep without a maid-teddy bear at her side. A dozen blows later and an adorable little voice asleep, allows her to enter.
Helped by a tall man in black, also called (the stupid monkeys) by her miss, Mary enters the large room covered with a tapestry color (pink cherry lollipop), as Miss Jessica says, then moves slowly not to spill the contents of the meal tray on the thick carpet, which is always according to her little miss, colored (vanilla ice cream.)
Lying in a sublime, huge 17th century canopy bed, straight from England, which can easily accommodate 4 people, her long blond hair scattered over her pillow colour mallow, her semi-transparent nightgown revealing the entirety of her thighs that Mary herself finds extremely attractive, her pretty right breast visible in the notch of this light clothing, her lovely miss who still a little asleep tries as hard as she can to keep her beautiful blue eyes open.
Jessica fights against the sleep that keeps attacking her, however, she ignores who will win this tough battle today. Last night, out of pure consideration for the rest of the movie crew, she had to go to a charity sale for the poor, the homeless and large families who, in these difficult times, can no longer feed all their kids. Finding the time a little long, at 10:45pm, she decided to write a small check and then ran away from this soporific place. However, at the thought of helping this ugly rabble, Jessica slept very badly last night. Her sleep was very restless and she imagined these people with an ungrateful face eating and celebrating with her money. When in sweat and terror, she woke up at 6:00 am, victim of a terrible nightmare.
”Mary, I feel bad. My nausea hasn't gone away since last night. My night was horrible and my dreams were filled with cockroaches. I'm afraid I caught a phobia of the impoverished people. I'm afraid I'll have to be taken to the hospital.”
Mary laughs madly after hearing the rather unique new disease from which her young miss suffers, is on the verge of dropping the meal tray. As a qualified maid, she readjusts her posture, just in time to maintain it and then sits on her miss's bed, as she calms down. Looking at her miss, she shakes her head. Last week, after a tiny mosquito bite, her miss had finger cancer. A hypochondriac with exotic diseases, it is the brand of her young elitist miss is, this time sick after helping the poor. Suddenly Mary remembers why when her miss is on leave, she came an hour earlier and smiles as she looks her straight in the eye.
”Young lady, would you believe me if I told you that I have the cure for your phobia, here, on me?”