E​xcited for my first day housekeeping would be an understatement.

A​s my Toyota Camry came to a halt, I'm in disbelief at the house I'm about to clean.

White picket fence and a round driveway with an elegant water fountain in the center.

Beautiful wooden doors giving the house a castle atmosphere as you enter.

A lady answers the door and allows me to come inside with all my cleaning supplies jiggling in the background.  

T​he husband's the most famous lawyer in all Farmington County, while the wife is a stay at home mom who sun bathes by the pool all day. No wonder they could afford such a massive home.

F​irst task the lady asks me to do was make breakfast for her two sons before they went to school. The dad had already left for work earlier this morning and grabbed breakfast on the way.

O​pening and closing cabinets trying to find the plates and silverware, I hear the door bell construct like an orchestra. It's the pool guy.

T​he pool guy comes right in like he's a part of the family. Taking off his shoes and making himself royalty, he goes and chats with the wife outside as she sun bathes.

B​oth sons are hungry and becoming impatient with my cooking. Repeating myself for the 3rd time, I explain that the bacon egg and cheese biscuits will be ready soon.

B​EEP BEEP BEEP, the air fryer telling me that the food is ready. Opening up the fridge I know the bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits needed one last touch: hot sauce.

A​s I'm done splattering the hot sauce on, I notice some something happening near the pool.

T​he pool guys clothes were off of him, the wife's bikini was bustin out the seams.

T​hat wasn't her husband. That wasn't the son's father. That's the god-damn pool boy.

E​xploding all over the kitchen counter, I dropped the hot sauce as I reached a level of being almost paralyzed. I became frozen like I was getting mugged.

T​he two sons were wondering what was wrong. I made it clear that the hot sauce slipped randomly.

I couldn't let them see their mom do such a thing.