AUTHORS NOTE: This was previously on here as a whole story, but I wasn't getting too many hits on it or many responses to it, so I'm trying a shorter version with chapters, hope I'm not pissing the admin(s) off.

    It would be the morning of Thursday 16 February 1995, in Los Angeles, California. The temperature was below normal and people were walking around with there coats on. And a year that just seemed to get worst for Jackie Gray, a golden-haired thirty-something woman, five-foot-five at a near one-hundred eighty pounds. She was a single mother of a six-year-old boy. She had two jobs, a weekend job as a server, her primary job as a helper or more or less servant for Joel Hasserman, a highly-regarded music producer and best known as a record executive of a few pop music acts. Jackie Gray played the role as Joel's maid at his mansion, including the role as the chauffeur for his daughter Lila Hasserman, who was just six years of age. Most times traveling her to the private school just for girls as her mother had demanded. Including picking her up from the school when school was done. But when she had dropped off miss Lila from school, Jackie had to rush back to make sure all of Mr. Hasserman's items were set for him to grab just before he headed out to his well-paying, highly-commissioned job as a record executive.

It 's just the same week that Valentine's Day at the elegant Westwood area of Los Angeles. Since September, she had driven Lila Hasserman to and from school each Monday through Friday. Always flopping out of the car to open the door for her and also keeping it open for her when she walked out of school and into the elegant vehicle when school was over with for the day. But as the ride there and the ride back, Lila Hasserman wasn't vocal. She had said quite a few times that she would prefer that Lori, the other servant would drive. But Lori did not pose a driver's license, including of which that her legal status in this country was questionable.

Jackie was just a mile away from the school, with no traffic really in the way of her while she drove through the elegant suburban streets and beautiful homes Westwood has to offer. Jackie's eyes darted in the rear view mirror to see Lila on the opposing side of the vehicle at the back seat.

"Lila?" Jackie trying to get Lila's attention. A well-dressed Lila, wearing the school issued uniform (yet, the parents had to pay for), had heard it loud and clear, but pretended not too, she looked out the window.

"Lila?" Jackie again.

Lila slowly turned her head to eye the rear view mirror with an unpleasant face to Jackie. Jackie knew she got her full attention, but with that face that suggested, 'Why the hell are you talking to me? You're a piece of ****.' But Jackie kept the smile and the sweetness.

"Lila, on the way back, my son Donald will be here too." Jackie said with a bright smile. A silence afterward as that face of Lilia Hasserman continued on. This wasn't special news for her. She then turned her attention to the window. But Jackie kept the smile.

"Lila, maybe you don't get along with boys, but you may like my son. He's six years old, the same age as you." Jackie referring to years at the last sentence. But it appeared that Lila couldn't give a ****. And Jackie knew it.

"I think you'll like my son, he's very special." Jackie finished. Lila then turned her head to eye Jackie and not the rear view mirror.

"Special Ed?" Lila asked.

"What was that, sweetie?" Jackie not exactly hearing that one.

"Special. Special people go to Special Ed. Like a couple of the girls in my school, we laugh at them." Lila said. Jackie was a bit appalled by the comment, but, at least tried to be nice.

"Special Ed? No, my son is in preschool now." She told her.

"There is a girl that goes to the Special Ed class. She drools a lot. She's nine years old. She's really stupid." Lila told a story.

"Oh, Lila. Don't say things like that about other people. Especially those who are mentally or physically handi-capped. They cannot help it."

Lila had parallel parked the elegant car in front of the school, basically right in front, as demanded by Lila's mom and Jackie's other boss. As he kept the car running, she had allowed herself out and walked around to the passenger side back door to open the door for Lila Hasserman. She opened the door, looking at Lila stepping out and her walking away. "Lila, you have a good day at school." Jackie said to her, but Lila would not look back and reply, or not even reply at all. She walked to the doors, along with multiple girls ages five through eleven walking in, wearing there school issued uniforms. With or without adults, mainly females that were or were not servants, a few of them wore the attire that appeared that way. This would include Jackie as well.

Dear ol' Jackie Gray had got herself into the arched driveway of the Hasserman Mansion. Joel Hasserman, one of the top players of Capital records was waiting feverishly on the elegant steps of the way. Jackie pulled right close by the right side of the steps or Joel's left side, were a black suit, black Khaki, Gray turtle neck wearing Joel and a bald man with Khaki pants and a striped sweatshirt in his mid-thirties who Jackie was familiar with, and English record producer who was an associate with Joel, were on the steps talking. Jackie, with her black dress on had exited the vehicle and began her walk up the stairs, she was about to make her entrance into the Mansion.

"Jackie!" Joel asked.

"Yes, sir?" Jackie stopped.

"Jackie, you are a few minutes late." Joel said as he put his arm that contained his elegant watch. It showed a time of 8:33 in the morning.

"Now, at 8:30am, on the dot." Joel said those last three words rather harshly, "what are you suppose to do at 8:30 on the dot?"

"Um, handing you your folders, I... I mean your suitcase." Jackie trying to put things right.

"Yes." Joel with a disgruntled look, "so, are you handing me my suitcase right now at 8:30am?" Joe asking the obvious, with a harsh tone of voice. His undies where sure in a bundle.

"Um, no sir. I would but there was some heavy traffic. I rushed here as as fast as..."

"Just get me my suitcase, the small black Samsonite suitcase. Because of you, I'm late." Joel Hasserman had demanded of her.

"Y-yes sir. Will do." Jackie said as she put some hustle towards her walk, she waltz into the mansion.

"Would you hurry please!" Joel adding more salt to the would. He looked back to an emerging Jackie. He then turned his head to the bald man that was with him.

"Jesus, mate." The bald man with an English accent, "I hope you pay your servants well. Were not late. You know bloody well Ms. Jackson isn't going to arrive to the studio for a long time."

"I know." Joel said to the Englishman. "But, this album that is coming up is becoming a real pain in my ass. Her brother Micheal is currently being questioned for molesting little boys. It's going to take a real miracle to get this to work." Joel said, he then paused while he looked to the front doors, hoping Jackie would be right out. "And besides, I'm trying to hire another Maid that can drive." He said while looking towards the doors, then he turned back to the Englishman. "That Jackie is scaring my little girl. I don't want to hear Ms. Jackson's album bombed and my little girl dying in a car accident." Joe had finished. And just a second after, Jackie had stormed out the door with his suitcase.

"Sir, I'm very sorry for the delay. Here you go." Jackie said handing an onlooking Joel his prised suitcase.

"Sir, will you be needing me to drive?" She asked.

"No, Bernard here will drive me." Joel said as he hustled himself down the stairs, Bernard followed Joel to his own parked car, making Joel go around the the passenger side while Bernie opened the door to his own drivers seat.

"Please don't drive on the left, we drive on the right. Here in the United States." Joel had told Bernard before he got himself fully into the vehicle.

"Just how bloody stupid do you think I am?" Bernard said to Joel before he got his left leg into the car. He then got himself inside the car all together and had started it up.

Bernard's car was facing the opposite direction of the recently parked car that Jackie was using, which, really wasn't hers. It was owned by Joe.

Bernard started the car and had went the opposite direction that was preferred not to do by Joe's trophy wife. If a car entered from the west gate which was made specifically for exit's, as the east gate was for entrances, Mary Hasserman witnessing this would have her out complaining, Jackie did this on her first week of work last year, Mary cussed her out.

Jackie had made her way inside the mansion to see Mary Hasserman, wearing a elegant warm red sweater and very descent jeans, with her long straight blond hair out, and walking her way.

"Did Bernard and Joel drive in the opposite direction on the driveway?" Mary asked.

"Um... yes. The did." Jackie admitted.

"Oh, god dammit." Mary threw her arms down, she pulled a pissy sigh. "I've told Joel, repeatably, do not drive that direction on the driveway. Enter the west gate, leave the east gate. ****!" Mary finished with her tit in a wringer. Her hand was placed on her head with her eyes closed.

The other maid, who was a live-in maid by the name of Lori, who was from Uragray had approached the front room.

"Are you okay, Ms. Mary?" She approached the scene wearing a blue maid outfit.

"Yes, Lori. I'm just sick of people driving on the opposite direction on the driveway. If it weren't for the little coffee clutch I'm having here, I'd get a crew here to put the words ENTER and EXIT at both gates." Followed by another one of her patented pissy sighs. Then a pause while she was leaving the elegant living room.

"So, Jackie, you're having your son come by and visit the mansion tomorrow? I won't be here, I have to drive all the way to Tempe, Arizona tomorrow morning." Mary saying so while walking away.

Actually, he's coming by today." Jackie corrected.

"Today?" Mary asked, along with a stop.

"Yes, is there a problem with this? I have it on your calender for the twelfth." Jackie stated.

"Shiiiit...." Mary shook her head. "Okay, but he does not enter my room, Lila's room. I'm having my Coffee Clutch in the back living room. I do not want your son entering that room, before or during our coffee clutch." Mary with pointing at Jackie, along eyes of doom, upholding a strict tone. Although applauded by her shitty strict tone, like always, Jackie had to be nice, "Yes, ma'am."

"You keep him under control." Mary again, with the same gestures.

"Oh, I will." She said to her. Mary then turned away and headed into the hallway.

"So, when is you're son coming by?" Lori asked with her south American accent along with a smile.

"I will be picking him up on around my one-hour break. I was going to drive up to his school latchkey and pick him up. Bring him back here for a few hours. Then, well, if Joel or Mary allow me too, I'll be home at around five." Jackie told Lori in a nutshell.

"Wow! I'd love to see your son, again. I remember seeing him here on that Christmas party. The day we had off, they bought other maids over so we can have fun." Lori grabbing the Christmas memory out.

"I know. My life could use some more of that right about now. Or possibly another job." Jackie said as she walked to the marble shelves to fix it up and make it look elegant.

"You know, tomorrow, Mary is going to be gone for a couple of days and Joe is allowing me to have a whole day off outside the house. Maybe after you transport Miss Lila back here from school, me and you can have our own coffee clutch." Lori asked.

"Well, yes. I'd like that! Tomorrow after I'm off, yes. You pick the place." Jackie allowed Lori to do.

"This place just outside of Van Nuys, it's called Lancer's Coffee. Sometimes my brother goes there after he's done with his job." Lori said.

"What does he do again?" Jackie forgot, while removing the dust off the front coffee table near the dark elegant chair.

"He does construction. I wish I could live with him instead, but I have no drivers license. If I did, I can not have to live here. I'm mean, I like living here and working. But they cut my pay a lot, if I were to live with my brother, they pay me a little more. Lori said while she helped Jackie with tiding up the place.

"Well, if I can ask, how much do they pay you?" Jackie asked, but making sure the course is clear first.

"They pay me $100 a week, if I were to move out, it would be upped to $285, that's what they told me." Lori told her.

Jackie then thought to herself, that is just over two-hundred dollars more that Lori, if Lori were to not have the live-in pay.

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Keyword: Single Mother Snobby Six-Year-Old 1995 Rich Lady

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Posted by The 13th 2008-06-30 01:23:29 .... It was interesting.But I felt it dragged a fair bit.You gotta try and give the reader a gold coin in every chapter.It makes them go to chapter 2. + Report this comment
Posted by Eliot Rosenstock 2008-07-23 22:54:50 .... It was a tad long, but hey. The character development and other literary aspects of the piece were good. I rather enjoyed the story and I look forward to seeing what happens next. + Report this comment
Posted by Forsaken 2008-07-27 12:03:40 ok This was ok, I liked the story your are telling, but it got to the point where I was asking myself when it was going to finish. But I did like it and I think that it is good; maybe you could break this up into smaller chapters? Carry on with this, in smaller chapters. :-) Jess + Report this comment
Posted by Dr Lucifer 2008-07-31 09:50:38 Edit, Edit, Edit The story is OK but the editing is terrible. Correcting words like "there" to "their" and "worst" to "worse" are just examples. Some sentences are way too long to be effective. The whole thing needs serious editing. Otherwise, I liked it fine. + Report this comment
Posted by snowpatroler 2008-08-04 09:59:30 .... Quite enjoyable - but needs a little more spark. Didn't grab me enough to really make me want to get to Chapter 2. Keep working on it. + Report this comment

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