Maribel was from Monterrey, Mexico and we brought her to our house to live with us while she worked on getting her papers right. She wanted to immigrate to the US and her brother, a construction worker in my company, thought it would be better to have his sister in the US than in Mexico to help with the transition. At first, Janie, my lovely wife of 15 years, was not to keen on us taking in a border, for an unspecified ti...

I could tell something was wrong with my programming from the very start. I'd been brought to my clients' home on a warm Sunday morning, probably delivered in a truck. The delivery man must have unboxed me, showed my clients how to care for my body, and what to do if something goes wrong — all that must have happened, but I wasn't yet around to observe it. It was still a warm Sunday morning though when someone turned me o...

My company decided to send me to a conference in San Jose, CA on pretty short notice. Sheri had a bunch of vacation time, so I asked my boss if she could join me. It was no problem, but finding a hotel room in close proximity was much harder. We were always supposed to stay in the main chains of hotels because we got corporate discounts. With basically everything else booked, I found a small boutique hotel that had rooms...

She pushed her cart into another room that she needed to clean during her afternoon shift. Her work as a chambermaid at one of Vegas' busiest hotels exhausted her. The work was heavy, tedious and she often dealt with outrageous customers. She somehow tolerated the party messes they left after they checked out. She cleaned more bath tubs filled with used condoms, broken champagne flutes, cigarette butts and syringes than s...

Maria has been coming to our house to clean it every week for about a year. Every Wednesday morning, like clockwork, at about 9am, whether we are home or not, she comes in and cleans the floors, the toilets, the showers, the bathroom vanities and the windows. She also dusts and will even help out with an occasional load of laundry. Maria is from Mexico and we found her through a reputable cleaning service. I’ve never thou...

I woke up that morning with my head in the pillow as usual, but as I started to rise up, a horrible pain ripped through me, from my butt all the way through my body. I groaned and flopped back down onto the king-sized bed. I felt my face redden, as I thought of the reason for the pain, my house keeper, Louis Raven; a tall, fit man, with shortish black hair and bright green eyes. I sighed and prodded on ways I could tell L...

This is based on a dream I had. I grew up with a gay dad, so I admit, I wasn't exactly against gays, but that didn't say I was one. My father wasn't just gay, he was a cross dressing gay. He always went out in a dress, make up and high heels. I have no idea why he fell for my mom, but he did. I guess you could say that because of her, he became bi. As a child, after mom had died, I would ask, "Dad? Why do you dress as a g...