You wake up.

You wake up to the sound of the alarm, Dave lying next to you in your bed. Your head feels woozy and foggey-brained. Did you drink last night? You look around. Sun is shining through the window, Dave sleeping peacefully. It seems rather early. You get out of bed. What day is it even? Must be... Monday?

You check your smartphone. Correct - Monday. What did you do during the weekend? You can't recall. Must have been pretty dull. The usual stuff.

As you walk down the stairs, there's the lovely smell of fresh pancakes in the air. You remember: Your new housemaid. Yummy! A whistle on your lips, you reach the end of the stairs and enter the kitchen. The lovely small, blonde Happy Maid Sara is working on the kitchen table, preparing fresh orange juice. What a good choice Dave and you made to pick Sara from the catalogue, you think. She's so skilled, so dutiful, so reliable, so...

So sexy.

You feel your breath quicken, and you don't know why. You are most certainly not into other girls, but somehow, with Sara, there's this... magic. This sensual connection, everytime you are in the same room with her. It has always been there, right from the first day. You remember the first day when she set foot into your house very clearly. How you wish to lean in and... kiss her.

No, that sounds wrong. Something... something sounds wrong here. Something feels wrong. As if...

You sit at the breakfast table and grab a mug of coffee. Let's clear your head. The first sip tastes like Heaven, and you feel your doubts and bad moods vanish. Nothing is wrong. Everything is just as it should be.

Everthing is fine.