CHAPTER
1
"Gloria, may I have twenty dollars?" Bob Watson asked his
guardian.
"What ever for Robert dear?"
Bob was really angry. He would shortly be inheriting his late
fathers millions, but for now he was reduced to begging this bitch
for money. "Someday she'll get hers," Bob thought to himself.
"I'm going out with some of the guys tonight for pizza and a
movie."
"O.K. dear, I'll get it for you."
Bob really resented Gloria Watson, his father's ex-wife, who
was administering his estate. She went out of her way to make life
hell for Bob. Bob had grown up with his natural mother and the only
contacts they'd ever had with Joe Watson were support checks and
the occasional birthday card. Despite this, or maybe out of guilt
over it, Joe Watson had left the bulk of his estate to Bob.
Bob had left home at eighteen, but shortly thereafter came
under the control of Gloria. Until he turned twenty one, she was in
charge of his life. He knew that there was a clause in the will
that allowed her to retain control of the estate if she could prove
that he was incapable of managing his own affairs, and he suspected
that she'd like nothing better than to do so. What really got to
him was the fact that she wasn't hardly any older than he was, yet
she treated him like a child.
Gloria had moved Bob in with her so that she could exercise
ever increasing control over him. As Bob Weinstein had told her:
"Don't let him think for himself. Get him used to taking orders
from you and being obedient to you."
Gloria returned with the twenty."Here you go Robert. Oh, by
the way, I have a new girl coming tomorrow to be my secretary and
social assistant. Her name is Monica and she'll be living with us.
I'm sure that you'll want to be here to meet her."
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"I'm sorry Joe, it's not that you are not a good waitress,
it's just that we are over manned, our budget has been reduced, and
you've been here the shortest amount of time. You must understand.
I'm sure that Denice in personnel can fix you up with another job."
Back on the island Joe was worried; he had just been fired
from his job as a waitress. Thoughts of being sent home to the U.S.
and having to prostitute himself ran through his pretty head. He
practically ran to the personnel office.
"I'm sorry Joe, there's just no positions open that you're
qualified for."
"Please. Can't you check again. I'll do anything."
"Well, let me check the files. Hmmm... It seems that Rhonda
is leaving us, but no. You wouldn't want to do that."
"What's that?" Joe said, ready to grab at anything.
"It seems that Dr. van Damme's personal housekeeper is
retiring, leaving a vacancy."
"I can certainly keep house." Said Joe.
"There's a lot more to this job than just changing sheets."
"I don't care, just try me out at it."
"Let me call Dr. van Damme and see if she's agreeable."
After a conversation on the telephone Denice told Joe, "she
sounded skeptical that you could handle it, but she's willing to
give you a chance. You need to go see Mrs. Johnson and Donna for
the necessary training.
