MRS ORGASM (1)

The moment my parents called me downstairs, I knew that something serious was going on. Normally, they would summon one of the butlers to come get me but not this time. Moseying down the hall towards the front stairs, I could hear my parents' voices and laughter. As I got closer, I noticed a petite Asian girl standing next to the doorway with two suitcases at her feet. Our most recent maid, Elise, had fled back to her home in Brazil because her mother was in the hospital and very ill. We'd only had her for two years, but I learned a lot from Elise in that time. She was fifteen years my senior in her mid-thirties and knew a little bit about everything. She was very intelligent and a great conversationalist. It never developed to more than that, however. Several evenings, we'd sit in the east-end parlor (just down the hallway from my bedroom) and spend hours deep in conversation until I was either too sleepy to keep up with her or excited from the content of the discussion. The latter us