<em>Raymond and Trina, the maid</em><br/><br/>Raymond shuffled into the house with his bag and heard Trina talk to him about being early. He was busy making sure the bag he had didn’t ruin the glass in the door to look up at her. “Oh, hey Trina. Yeah, I know I’m early. I just thought I could shoot the breeze with the Darlings before everything started. They invite me over here for a weekend, but didn't tell me what to bring to wear, so I just got a small assortment of…”  Once he was adjusted, he had finally had a chance to look at the maid.<br/><br/>“things…oh…okay…ummm how are you?” he asked, his mind furiously trying to understand why she was dressed like a porno maid. Judging from the slight tug in his pants, he assumed that someone in the room didn’t mind, but it was getting harder to think “Someone stronger, I mean something stronger! How about a rum coke for now. Easy on the coke. Please.” His eyes kept trying to travel along her body, but his better judgment was still intact, and he tried his very best to keep professional, despite having no clue what was going on.<br/>