Look at cute Alima

“Hey Alima,” you say while entering the kitchen, “can I help you with the dishes?”

“Of course, master, thank you,” Alima says happy, “if you could dry the dishes I focus on cleaning.”

“Did you just called me master?” you ask amused and grab a dry dishtowel, “since when am I your master?”

“Since you own the house,” Alima answers shy, “you own the house I live and work in. you are my master. I used to call my old employers the same way. But you are much nicer.”

“That’s not difficult,” you reply and start drying the plates, “but now that you mention it, have you heard anything about them lately?”

“I … I have,” Alima mumbles uncomfortable, “after the court said there is not enough evidence for sexual harassment, they were allowed to rent another housemaid from the agency I was employed to. An employee of the agency should keep an eye on them, but it is the same who was responsible for me. He is friends with my old master. He will not do anything. In fact, he will even aid them in harassing the next poor girl.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you say gently, “but we managed to beat them once. We can do it a second time. You can warn the girl to make a copy of her documents.”

“I … I know,” Alima says and blushes, even if this is not visible through her dark skin, “I already talked to her and warned her. But … my old master found out and … he was furious. He called me a slut and wanted to beat me for costing them so much money. Gina threatened him with pepper spray but … I can’t go back there. I’m not as fearless as you guys.”

“We are not fearless,” you reply, “well, maybe Lilly is. But we all are careful because we fear the consequences And you are brave. You were brave enough to warn this poor girl. ”

“I even met my old master’s son,” Alima adds, “he was on his way to a student meeting right before I could talk with the new girl. And … well, he apologized for what he tried to do.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” you say and smile, “glad to hear he is not a total asshole like his old man.”

“He was always nice to me,” Alima says sad, “even wanted me sometimes to go out with him and his friends. But when I turned 18 … he tried to take advantage of me too. His father wanted him to do so, but … he still did it and it hurt me. We knew each other for two years and I thought we were friends. I can’t forgive him so easy.”

“Hey, calm down, little one,” you say and gently take Alima in your arms who slightly sobs, “you don’t need to forgive him if you don’t want to. At least he knows what he did was wrong. Neither he nor his father can hurt you anymore. And we will make sure the other girl will be fine. We did it once and we will do it again. And you will get strong enough to help us.”

“I … I know,” Alima mumbles and wipes away some tears, “it seems we are done here. All dishes are done. Thank you for your help. And the talk. It felt really good to talk with somebody.”

“Whenever you want,” you say and press Alima a last time against your chest before leaving.