CHAPTER 7

Sook-Hee, the Vietnamese maid of McCutcheon’s Mansion, carries a bundled of folded laundry down the hall.
Shane enters the hallway from her bedroom and grabs her.
“You work way to hard”, she says, smiling gently, and hands her a wad of money.
“Here. Take the day off”.
Sook-Hee smiles, amazed and surprised, and moves on, as Shane continues down the hall.
She passes Jenny’s door and stops when she hears noises.
“Slower…”, Jenny is saying.
Shane leans against the door.
“A little to the left. Mmm… Stay, stay…”.
Shane shakes her head and knocks on the door.
“One second!” is the frantic, muffled answer.
Shane hears some fumbling, then a door close from inside the bedroom.
Jenny clears her voice.
“Come in!”.
Shane opens the door, finding Jenny lying in bed and wearing only her bathrobe.
“Bad time?”, Shane asks, half-smiling.
Jenny shrugs.
“Kind of”.
“Well, you obviously wanted me to witness your little adventure or else you wouldn’t invited me in”, Shane says walking toward the closet.
“Who’s our little friend?”.
She throws open the closet door.
Tasha stands there, one hand covering her breast, the other one covering her genitals.
“Well, well, well”, Shane murmurs shaking her head.
“It’s not what it seems like”, Tasha stutters.
She picks up her clothes and motions toward the door.
“Say hi to Nikki”, Shane says.
Tasha’s head drops as she closes the door behind her.
“Call me!”, Jenny calls out stretching her neck, and Shane throws her a look.
“What?”, Jenny exclaims, “You can’t have all the fun!”.
Shane chuckles and sits on the bed.
“You seem to be in a good mood…”, Jenny considers, narrowing her eyes.
“I am”.
A big grin appears on Shane’s face.
“You didn’t…?”.
“Oh yes…”.
Jenny sits up, excited, clapping her hands.
“Tell me all the details”.
Shane stares at nothing, with dreaming eyes, and her smile softens.
“It was… Fantastic…”, she murmurs, quietly.
Jenny slaps her on her arm.
“Oh, come on. For her first time?”.
“I know. That’s the amazing part of it”, Shane replies looking up, “I mean, it wasn’t like Cirque du Soleil acrobatics, just standard stuff, but it was… ah, forget it”.
She waves her hand in the air.
“I’m going to sound like a Hallmark card”.
Jenny frowns, concerned.
“No, tell me”.
Shane sighs.
“It was… it was like the emotional part outweighed the physical part”.
Jenny’s eyebrows arch.
“Wow. So you made love. Oh, I heard the birds chirping”.
“Mock, mock, mock”.
Jenny places her hand on Shane’s crotch.
“So…”, she says, sexily, “…I assume you’ve come here to make some arrangements…”.
Shane winces and immediately gets up.
“Some other time”.
Jenny stares at her.
“Excuse me?”.
“I’m not in the mood”.
“And that’s why you’re leaving?”.
“It clearly is why”.
Jenny crosses her arms and pouts.
“I want to fuck!”.
“And I don’t”, Shane replies, simply.
She leaves and slams the door behind her.