Chapter 72
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Don’t help Trixie
“Sorry, Trixie,” you whisper back to her, “I can't do that.”
Trixie looks crestfallen for a moment, then hisses, “Cunt!” and looks away.
Dinner wraps up, and you try to get her attention as she's walking out the door, but she ignores you.
You go back to your room.
You sit in your room for awhile. After some time passes, Maggie, the RA, pokes her head in.
“Hey Janet, you're due at Mr. Markley's house in about ten minutes for Maid duty - it's #3 Linden Lane. Just a heads up.”