Jon picked up the notepad and read aloud, "Ahem! 'Karyn has a sexy french maid's outfit on.' Well of course you would, Karyn, you're our maid, aren't you?"
"I wasn't before I wrote that, Jon!"
Jon looked at his maid, Karyn, standing with her hand on her hip, feather duster in the other. He couldn't believe that this sexy girl in black stockings, apron and a cute black hat who'd been living downstairs for the past year was not in his employ. He thought back to the past 12 months of living in close quarters, the bond that had grown between the two. He worried that if he erased the pad, they might not even be friends anymore.
"Karyn, are you sure you want me to erase this? I mean, things aren't so bad for you right now, are they?"
Karyn...
