Chapter 2: The Interviews

The next morning the phone starts ringing at 7:30. I start setting up appointments for Saturday, setting an appointment every fifteen minutes beginning at 8:00. By 11:00 that morning I had filled up the whole day, right up to 4:00. The calls just kept coming in, I tell everyone that if I do not find a suitable housekeeper Saturday that I would rerun the ad. I call the paper to cancel the ad for the second day run.

Saturday morning comes and I was prepared for a long day. I have made some forms up as applications, just basic stuff. They start coming in at 8:00, if they are late the app goes into the basket. If they are dirty, fat, ugly or anything else I don't like the app goes into the basket. By 3:00 I have only one app that has any promise.

The next applicant is just leaving when the phone rings. I am not going to answer it, just have the machine pick it up, but something makes me pick up the phone.

"Hello".

"Oh Please Sir, Tell me you haven't filled the position".

Her voice was desperate. There were tears even in her voice as she spoke. "Please Sir, I beg you to let me apply for the job. I need it so bad. It's a matter of life or death. I can be there in an hour".

I try to explain that the interview period is full and that if I do not fill the position today I would run the ad again. She cries and begs and pleads continuously until I agreed to talk to her at 4:00.

As I throw the last application into the basket I realized that 23 out of the 24 to apply had only been looking for a free ride at my expense. I was really considering dumping this whole idea when I hear a voice from the carport. You see, I had done all of the interviews at a picnic table on the patio. I didn't want any of these people in my house.

"Mom, please get your self under control. You're going to embarrass me."

"I'm sorry Baby, I just can't help it. We are at the end of our rope and if I can't get this job I have no idea how we can live much longer."

"Out here Ladies".

I can't believe what I see walk through the doorway. Both women are about 5' tall and maybe 100 pounds if they were wet. Both have long red hair and very pretty faces. They are both dressed in real dresses coming down to within a couple of inches above their knees. Neither one of them has much for tits, but then, I don't care about that.

I stand up and stick out my hand and say, "Welcome, won't you please have a seat."

As I look at the older women I can see her eyes are red and swollen from crying. The look on her face is one of desperation. The younger one is looking at me the same way I am looking at them and sizing them up.

"Please fill out this application for me and then we will do the interview".

The older one puts pen to paper and has it filled out in just a couple of minutes and hands it back to me. I look at the name, Sara Jacobs, age 32, divorced and no work history.

"Please Sir". I hold up my hand stopping her.

"Miss", I address the younger one, "It appears that this lady is your mother and that she is very upset, so, I'm going to let you tell me why she so desperately needs this job."

"Well", she starts. I see her mother begin to speak and I again hold up my and her mouth shuts.

"Well, about four months ago my father, and her husband of 15 years, left us. Before he left he sold the house, cleaned out the bank accounts and sold mothers car. It was all legal because everything was in his name. All we had was our clothes. He forced us out of the house and we were on the street with nothing but our suitcases. We had no money, no place to go and no friends or family to help us".

"We found a shelter for street people that afternoon; they took us in and gave us a room. The men there were always making passes at Mom and I and I just knew one of us was going to be raped soon. I talked Mom into finding some place else and she did. We have been moving from shelter to shelter for the past four months. This afternoon Mom found a paper in the trash and saw your ad. I begged a quarter off a kid on the street so she could call you and here we are".

I looked at these two pathetic women and thought that they were just the reason I had agreed with Suzanne to help a single or divorced mother. Not one of the other applicants came anywhere near fitting the bill as much as these two did.

"OK ladies, I will hire you, Sara, as my housekeeper; provided, of course, you are both willing to live by my rules".

"We will, we will. Oh, thank you Sir, you are a Blessing from Heaven".

"Wait mother, I want to know what the rules are. He could be a pervert just after us".

"Now Sara, that is one smart little girl you have and she is right. Miss, there are only a few rules to be followed and they will involve both of you. Rule one: Both of you will only wear dresses or skirts in my house; I'm a little old fashioned. Rule two: The work day starts at 6:00 AM and ends at 8:00 PM Rule three: Sara will do the housekeeping, cooking, laundry, cleaning, shopping and so on, basically, taking care of the house. Rule four: Miss, you will go to school every day and stay on the honor roll. On the weekend you will clean and take care of the pool. That's the rules. Do you have a problem with any of the"?

"That's all of it"?

"Yes. For this I will provide you with your own room which has twin beds, a TV, VCR and DVD player. You will also be eating the same as I do and I will deposit $200 a week into a bank account for you as you will have no need for money as long as you stay here".

"Oh, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you", from Sara.

"This is too good. What's the catch", from the daughter.

"There's no catch. This is it. Take it or leave it".

"We'll take it", Sara says.

"OK, if you want to you can move in and start today".

Sara looks at her daughter for a moment. Her daughter nods her head and Sara says, "It will take us a couple of hours to walk back to get our clothes".

"You mean it took you an hour to walk here for the interview"?

"Yes Sir, but it was worth it".

"I'll drive you back to get your stuff and you can have the rest of today to get settled in. I'll go out and bring something back for us to eat while your getting things put away."

I lock up the house and head for the truck with Sara and her daughter following. I open the passenger door for Sara but she climbs into the back seat and her daughter gets in with a flash of leg, which I don't miss.

"OK, where to"?

The daughter gives me directions and we are there in 10 minutes. It takes them 15 minutes to bring out their suitcases. We head back to the house and I help them take their stuff into their room. They both love it after what they have been living in for the past four months.

They are in their room just a chattering away. Sara sounds a great deal happier then when I first met her. Oh well, at least she is happy.

I go out to the truck and drive to KFC. I pick up a big bucket of chicken and all of the stuff that goes with it.

When I get back to the house they're still chattering away so I holler to them, "Foods here".

They both come out and sit at the table and start filling their plates when Sara looks up at me and says, "Thank you Sir".

They start eating as if they haven't had food in days. It's a good thing I got a big bucket.

"Sir, we don't even know your name", says the daughter.

"Sir will do fine for now".

"My name is Amber".

"Thank you Amber, it is a pleasure to meet you".

I finish eating and start to take my paper plate and glass to the trash when Sara jumps up grabbing it out of my hand, "That's my job Sir".

They both clean up after they are done eating. There isn't a crumb left; they were both starved by the looks.

I go in and watch TV for a while as they go back to their room and continue to get settled in. At about 9:00 I walk down the hall towards my bedroom and tell them as I pass their room that I'm going to bed and to make themselves at home.

The next morning I'm up at 3:00, my usual time. I fix the coffee; grab a smoke outside then head to my office. I check my e-mail and the calendar. I go out to the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee. As I am coming back down the hall I notice the door to their room isn't closed. I can't resist and peek in. Both of them are sleeping and look so good, maybe this will work out all right after all.

At about 5:30 I hear some movement then the door to the bathroom close. A few minutes latter I hear a knock on my office door and say, "Come on in".

Sara comes in and says, "Sir, may I have a moment of your time before I start work"?

"Sure, what's on your mind"?

"First, I again want to thank you for seeing us yesterday. And I want you to know how grateful I am for this opportunity to work for you. You can not imagine how bad things have been for us these past four months. Amber has not been going to school and has been trying to keep me sane. We spent almost every day looking for work, but every job opportunity had a catch and Amber would not let me take it. I was ready to prostitute myself just to live and I think the same thought crossed her mind a time or two".

"Well, all of that is in the past now. Let's just concentrate on the future from this moment on".

"Yes Sir".

"Sara, I guess we should spend today getting to know each other better. Why don't you get a cup of coffee and we will sit and chat awhile".

"Yes Sir, can I get you another one"?

"That would be great, just black please".

I hear her wake Amber on her way to the kitchen. Then I hear her tell Amber to come into the office when she is up.

When she comes back into the office I notice that her housecoat is now unbuttoned to just below her waist and there is a lot of leg showing. She sets down my coffee and stands looking at my computer screen.

"Have a seat Sara and we'll go over some things and I'll try to answer all of the questions I know you have".

Just then Amber walks in. She has on a long sleep t-shirt. She sits in the broken office chair and sure enough, as the chair goes back her legs go up and out. I get a nice bush shot and I see that she doesn't wear panties to bed.

"Damn I'm sorry Amber. I should have told you about that".

"I'll bet you're sorry, but, I'll also bet you liked the show too".

"Yup, sure did".

"So what's going on"?

"We just need to get our ducks in a row here in order to start the week off on the right foot. First thing Monday morning I'm taking you and your mother down to the High School to get you enrolled. You will have two months to get your grades up to A's without any hassle from your mother or me. After that there will be consequences for any lower grade. I will then take your mother to the bank of her choice to open a savings account so that her pay can be direct deposited. Then, I'll show her where the stores are and so on. You do have a driver's license Sara"?

"Yes Sir".

"OK, let's start the questions".

"Can we use the Pool"?