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hello and goodbye and to open the fucking door. I never got used to
it. Every single time I came home, I'd reach for the door but he'd
already have it open, thusly scaring the shit out of me. Every single
time.
The chauffeur, Tony, was always with Frank. I'd only see him if
we went out to dinner. He was very polite, but kept his distance. He
was a young guy, around my age and every so often, I'd see him
staring at my legs or ass. Occasionally, when I had a short skirt on, I'd
hike it up a little so he could get a peek of ass. Needless to say, he
was a little friendlier on the days I wore a short skirt.
The only other person in the house was the maid. She came once a
day, made the beds, cleaned the bathrooms and did a little dusting here
and there. She didn't have time to talk and when I asked her what her
name was, she snapped, "Gloria! Now get out of my way! I'm trying
to vacuum!"
I got out of her way.
A team of maids came once a week to do the harder cleaning and
they didn't want anything to do with me, either.
So, mostly, I was all by myself. I filled my time reading trashy
novels, surfing the internet, taking baths, shopping, and fantasizing
about sex with Frank.
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I don't know what Frank did during the day. I don't know how he
got that house or all that money. He never divulged any information
and I never pressed. I pretended that he was involved with the Mob,
or ran a meth lab in the projects. I'd come up with all kinds of
underhanded stuff he could be doing to be so rich. I also suspected
that he inherited a great deal of what he had. Which was realistic, but
boring. When Jackie asked one day, I said, "Well, I think he's
distributes cocaine. He's always flying to Colombia, so you never
know..."
Actually, I never knew where he was or where he went or how he
got there. After a while, I stopped asking. I mean, what was the use?
He wasn't going to tell me, so I gave up.
I'd also visit my old haunts, run into friends, then run back and wait
for his return.
Like I said, I was bored out of my skull.
This went on for a little while. It was fun, at first, to have no
responsibilities, to be kept. To sleep till whenever I wanted, then do
whatever I wanted. The fun didn't last. Soon, I was bored out of my
skull. I'd run out of the house, jump into my '75 Camaro, and hit the
road, sometimes bypassing the city limits and always being tempted to
stay on that road all the way home. One day, I got as far as Alabama.
But I turned around.
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P-A-R-T-Y
Jackie said, "You know what you should do?"
"No. What?"
"You should throw a huge party."
I shrugged and picked a piece of pepperoni off my pizza. "I dunno.
I don't think Frank would like that."
"Well, he's going to be gone all week, isn't he?"
I nodded sadly. Yeah, all week. I'd begged him not to go, to stay or
to at least take me with him. "But you'd just be bored," he said. "And
I wouldn't get any work done."
That was true.
"So why not have a kickass party?" she asked. "We could put
streamers up and invite everyone we know and get some good tunes,
some good food and have a really good time."
Sounded like a good idea to me.
"I mean, what's the use in having this great house at your disposal if
you're not going to throw a party every once in a while?"
"That's true."
"See? I told you it was a good idea."
"Yeah, it is," I said, really liking the idea of a party now. "Who
could we invite?"
"Well, everyone at the club, for sure, except for Jeanie, cause she is
such a bitch."
"You got that right."
"And, of course Chad."
Chad, my former neighbor. He was such a nice guy and had a
crush on me, though he never asked me out. I always wondered why
he hadn't.
"How is Chad?"
"He's heartbroken since you moved out."
I grinned. "Really?"
"Really," she said but didn't venture. "And, let's see, some other
people I know from around the neighborhood. I don't see inviting
more than say ... thirty people."
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"That's not so bad."
"No," she said. "And we'll have it all cleaned up before he comes
home and he'll never know."
"You're right," I said. "That would be fun! I need to mingle with
someone other than Pierre."
"He's the butler, right?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
She rolled her eyes. I rolled mine.
"So are we on?" she asked.
"Yeah! Let's do it!"
"Cool!" she said.
"When?"
"How about Friday night?"
"Friday night it is!"
She considered something, then said, "Shit. I'm supposed to work
Friday night."
I stared at her.
"Oh, fuck it. I'll call in sick."
"That's my girl."
***
I hired a caterer, got a few kegs, which looked ridiculous in the
elegant house, and put a bunch of hard rock CDs in the stereo. Jackie
and I moved a long sofa table in the foyer and lined it with liquor,
glasses and ice. Then we hung streamers from the ceiling, set out a
bunch of extra ashtrays, and filled the dining room table with all the
good food the caterer supplied.
We got party favors, which included silly little hats, fake Rolex
watches, dancing hula girls and bags of oregano which were supposed
to look like pot. For a joke. (They were all gone first thing, then I
found them discarded all over the house.)
It was the most fun I'd had since I'd moved in. The guests began to
arrive around seven that Friday night.
Pierre and Tony stood around, shaking their heads, telling me that
Frank would not be happy about this. At all. I shrugged happily and
said, "It's not my idea, sorry." Besides, I wanted to have fun and I
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wanted everyone that came to have fun. I wanted them to eat too
much, drink too much and then vomit off the porch.
In a matter of hours, the house was full of people. More than thirty.
Way more than thirty. Apparently, everyone who had been invited
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