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tied up in a ponytail.  She had on some jeans, dark colored and some kind of white frilly top.  And red heels that made me want to question her intelligence status. But damn, they looked so good on her. Sweat beads popped up along my forehead.  She needed to leave, and now.
                  “It’s not so bad around here.  It’s boy clean, not girl clean.  But not too bad.” 
                  “What the hell does that mean?” I spout out defensively. Maybe if I’m rude to her, she’ll go away. 
                  She turned around with a smile, and my lungs seized up again.  “You should close the door, you’re letting all the bought air out.  And you know, boy clean.  Boys clean around things, girls pick them up and clean under them too.  Like this blender,”
                  Why is she still here, touching shit and insulting my cleaning?
                  She picked up my blender and underneath it was a film of dust, she showed me by swiping her hand along the countertop.
                  “See?” she showed me. 
                  I closed the door.  Then I realized, I did what she’d told me to do.  Dammnit!  She’s aggravating the fire out of me.
                  “So, do you want to ask me any questions?”
                  I wanted to ask her some questions all right.  I wanted to ask her why she was still here—what part of ‘the position’s filled’ was unclear—and how she managed to smell that damn good. Wait.
                  “Nope.”  Yeah, I really needed to practice being mean in a mirror or something.
                  “Well, then I guess I’ll just tell you about myself.  My name is Ashland Cormier.  I’m a junior at LSU.  I plan to be a vet.  I’ll be twenty one on July fourth.  I’m reliable.  And I could really use the job.”
                 

Ashland
     
                  His face was a replica of many before him who’d told me that I talked too much.  It was a cross between the verge of strangulation and train whistle ears, steam blowing and everything.  His fists hadn’t stopped squeezing an invisible stress ball since I’d entered.  I decided to dismiss myself before I told him all the details.  I swore sometimes I got on such a roll, I told people what size panties I wore. 
                  “Ok, well, it’s clear you don’t care and you’ve already made your decision.  I’ll leave now.”
                  I’d just made the biggest fool of myself in front of the most attractive, aloof and cold-hearted, but still hottest, guy I’d laid eyes on in a long time.  His hair was black and cut pretty short, some of it spiked out in different directions.  And it didn’t help matters when he answered the door without a shirt on.  He was thinner than what I actually went for but he still had nice abs.  And his eyes were the color of smoke.  Too bad he was a jerk, a very pale jerk.
                  “I’ll let myself out since you’re obviously just gonna stand there.” I rolled my eyes and made for the door.
                  He cleared his throat and beat me to it, opening the door and silently letting me out.  I exited onto the stoop and took one look back, just for eye candy’s sake.  When I did, I was taken aback by the look on his face.  It was pure despair, the exact opposite of what I expected, not that I expected the door to be open at all.  His eyes met mine for a fraction of a second and then he looked to the ground before closing the door.  I didn’t know what to make of it.
                  As instructed, I went back to Mrs. Collins’ house to give her a debriefing.  It sounded a little off to me, but I needed this job. 
                  I waited outside of the office within the walls of the extravagant Collins’