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THE WHITE APRON DID IT! By Monica Graz PART 9 Lita looked again at her brand-new passport and the photo attached to it. She was more concerned than usually. Was she going a bit too far this time? Her crossdressing and submissive tendencies were all declared loudly at her passport photo. All she could see was a young plain looking woman dressed in a light blue dress with a white collar, the unmistakable symbol of a maid's uniform. She looked at the passport name again, 'ANGELITA CORNELIA FUSTEANU' a Romanian national! That was what the passport mentioned. She checked through the pages and found a digital stamp for a three months entry visa to Qatar as a domestic employee of the Ahmad family. Miss Magda and Mme Ahmad managed the paperwork, legal or illegal, very well between themselves. She would be able now to travel to Qatar for up to six weeks under the protection and guidance of the Ahmad family according to the strict migrant Qatar laws and the unwritten 'KAFALA SYSTEM' that dominates all foreign domestic workers in the Middle East countries. "Lita where are you?" She heard Miss Magda's voice from the living room and she instantly jumped to her feet, straightened her apron and cap and presented herself with her customary small bob. "Have you been studying your new passport then?" Magda asked amused because Lita was still holding the passport in her hands. "Yes Miss," Lita said in her perfectly modulated female voice, "I am a proud Romanian now Miss and I don't know a single word of this language." Magda chuckled and said, "You don't have to girl, nobody is going to check your Romanian, just concentrate on your Pidgin English and your Tagalog. Rosie tells me that you can understand her completely now if she speaks slowly to you and you can even answer occasionally; you are getting there girl and soon you'll be able to be a proud Filipina and not a proud Romanian." "Yes Miss," Lita answered as the familiar excitement run through her spine like an electric shock. Miss Magda knew how to tease and stimulate her at the same time. But then her excitement turned to anxiety again as she continued looking at the new passport, "I'm scared Miss," she abruptly said looking at Miss Magda, an inquiring look on her face, as if she was expecting some reassurance from her. "You shouldn't be scared girl," Magda said reassuringly, "On the contrary you should be pleased and excited because a deep dream of yours is about to become true. You are the one who said to me more than once that it would be a tremendous experience and adventure this trip to an Arab country." "Yes Miss, that was a dream for me but now that the real thing is about to happen I'm worried that something might go terribly wrong and that I could end up in terrible trouble in Qatar. After all I'm still a boy under Lita's disguise." Magda looked at her more seriously now. She understood that she had to be more reassuring to Lita. "Let me explain a few things to you girl," she started in her firm employer's voice. "You must realise that you are completely under the protection umbrella of the Ahmad family. They obtained the visa for you and you travel with them as their domestic worker. They are fully responsible for you and nobody can touch you in Qatar without their full consent. You are literally bound to them like a modern-day slave. As soon as you arrive your passport will be taken by Mrs Ahmad and you will be issued a temporary identity card to be able to circulate in the city of Doha where the family has their luxurious apartment in one of those high rising buildings. They will explain to you all about the dressing code and the way you should behave in public. Rosie will tell you things as well, she has been already to Qatar with the family before." "Yes Miss, Rosie already explained a few things to me especially about the dressing code, a uniform dress with long sleeves and a pair of leggings under the skirt and of course we have to be covered when outside the house." Lita said as the excitement started to come back. The whole story about being a maid in an Arab country was very arousing and tantalising for her. "That's exactly the case girl and please don't forget your simple English, you started talking again in a more educated mode. I know you had the need to ask important questions but you must realise that your bad English and good Tagalog will keep you out of trouble in Qatar." "Yes Miss, sorry Miss, I speak little English Miss," Lita said in her heavy accent with a broad smile. "Good girl," Magda smiled back, "But I'm starving now, you can prepare one of your nice fresh salads, I saw you carrying back fresh vegetables from the market this morning." "Yes Miss, right away," Lita said and with a slight bob went back to the kitchen. CHAPTER 10 The huge Qatar Airways airbus A380 was approaching Doha after more than six hours of flight. Rosie and Lita were sitting in economy class seats at the back of the plane and as expected the Ahmad family were sitting in the business class area in the front. Rosie spent most of the time talking to Lita in slow Tagalog telling her stories about her family back in Philippines and Lita was trying hard to answer her back in a mixture of Tagalog and English words. At that point and as the pilot announced that they would be landing in 30 minutes a flying attendant approached them with a smile, "Which one of you is Lita?" she asked pleasantly. "I am Miss," Lita answered eagerly so much conditioned by now to address everybody around her in a respectful mode. "Your Mistress wants to talk to you, please follow me." "Yes Miss," Lita said as she unfastened her seat belt and stood. She straightened herself up and she shook her legs that were a bit numb after all those hours of sitting. She was very simply dressed as advised, in a long sleeve blouse, floppy pants and sport shoes. They practically crossed the whole plain and they entered the business class compartment where the Ahmad family, father mother and the three children were sitting comfortably, all watching films or playing games on the screens in front of them. Lita felt jealous about how comfortable they looked and she remembered her trips only months ago when she was a rich young man called Dennis travelling on business class only. All that seemed so far away now. "Ah Lita, there you are," Mrs Ahmad said looking at her standing maid who gave her a small bob to the amusement of the flying attendant. "I wanted to tell you a few things about our landing in a few minutes and what you and Rosie will have to do." "Yes Mme," Lita answered all careful now. She was very worried and Mme Ahmad could see it in her eyes. "You don't have to worry Lita," she said reassuringly, "Both Rosie and you have valid visas and you enter the country as our servants. This is very standard in the Arab countries. Families often travel accompanied by their domestic staff. You simply follow us to the exit after we pick our luggage. Mr. Ahmad will talk to the passport control officer and you and Rosie with your passport ready just stand behind us and follow our instructions. Do you understand everything I said so far girl?" She finished in a condescending tone thinking that Lita's English was limited. "Yes Mme, understand Mme, and Rosie next to me to explain." Lita answered in her best Pidgin English. "Good girl," Mme said smiling sympathetically to her maid and continued, "Once we go through customs a Van will wait for us to carry us all and our luggage to our downtown apartment." She stopped for a moment and then she added as if she remembered something important, "Ah, I nearly forgot. You and Rosie carry in your bags head scarves. As soon as we land and before we step out of the plane you both must wear your scarves, Rosie will show you how. We are in a Muslim country now and you have to respect our customs. Understand girl?" "Yes Mme, understand Mme," Lita answered as a shiver of excitement run through her spine like an electric shock. She was going to be a covered woman from now on, what an adventure! "You can go back to your seat now and tell Rosie what I just mentioned to you." Mme Ahmad said dismissively as she turned back to look at her screen. The flying attendant who was standing behind Lita all that time, smiled as she signalled at her to follow. Twenty minutes later the giant plane touched very smoothly the tarmac at the Doha's Hamad International Airport. As they were landing Rosie who had a slight flying phobia was holding tightly Lita's hand. At that moment Lita felt sexually attracted to that Filipina who was 10 years older that her. After all, her male alter ego, carefully hidden under Lita's disguise was very much alive and kicking. But in Rosie's eyes she was a female and a fellow maid so unfortunately, she had to control her sexual urges. Lita's heart was pounding as they had to go through passport control even if Mme Ahmad had reassured her that they were safe and there was nothing to worry about. She was very conscious when the passport control female officer looked at her as she was covered with a black head scarf, a shayla as Rosie said it was called, and then at her passport photo where she realised she was looking at the maid of the family. She smiled and said in a friendly tone as she stamped her passport, "Welcome to Qatar Angelita, enjoy your stay though I expect that your employers will keep you very busy." "Thank you, Miss," Lita answered nearly bobbing feeling at the same time a huge relief. She went through without any trouble. Pouf! Soon the van carrying the Ahmad family, the two maids and their luggage was speeding through modern motorways to their destination that was one of the residential towers of Doha. They arrived in about 30 minutes and the van stopped in front of a luxurious entrance where a concierge that clearly was from South East Asia, probably a Filipino rushed to greet them. As the family started to disembark Mme Ahmad turned towards the maids and said, "The driver will take you two girls down to the basement garage where you can use the service elevator to carry the luggage up. We are on the 24th floor. See you very shortly." "Yes Mme," the two maids answered in unison as the van started to move towards the garage entrance. Lita felt the familiar excitement shiver. Their status was established right from the beginning, they were the 'help' and they had to use the servants' entrance. Welcome to the Qatar domestic world she thought to herself! The apartment was vast with superb views to the city and the sea beyond. The two maids got the guided tour by Mme and Lita immediately understood why both of them were needed. Vast living and dining areas, five bedrooms, large kitchen with an adjoining laundry room and right behind it a miniscule apartment for the domestic staff, two bedrooms each the size of a cupboard and a small WC shower facility. Lita was very pleased that she wouldn't have to share with Rosie, which could have been quite awkward. "Now girls," Mme Ahmad's voice brought her back, "Go and unpack your staff and I want you back in half an hour in morning uniform." She noticed the question look in both maids still wearing their head scarves and added, "Inside the apartment you will be dressed in your normal uniforms like in London and you don't have to cover your heads. But if we get visitors, in particularly Qatari male friends you will have to wear a different dress with long sleeves and probably a head scarf, I'll explain all that later." Yes Mme," both maids answered in unison with the customary bob and started towards their quarters as they heard her adding, "We'll order some pizza for now, the children must be starving and then we'll decide about food shopping and other matters." And as she started to go, turned back as if she remembered something important, "I nearly forgot girls, please hand me your passports, I'll keep them safe in the house and Mr. Ahmad will give you later some sort of temporary identity card during your stay here, in case you are stopped in the street. Police can be very harsh here to illegal migrants so you must always carry your identification that links you as domestics to our family." "Yes Mme," both girls said as they opened their bags to hand their passports and Lita remembered that Miss Magda had warned her about that so it didn't really come as a surprise. Didn't she call her a modern-day slave at the time? Later as they were unpacking Rosie was explaining to Lita the various realities of their day to day life in Qatar speaking as always in Taglish. Lita as usually had her ears extended trying not to miss what Rosie was telling her. "You know Lita, I think you are going to enjoy your stay here, the work in the apartment is not going to be as hard as in London now that we are two. Last time we were here I was coping alone and that was quite tiring for me. Then if Mme follows the pattern of the last time we were here, we'll have Wednesday afternoon and the whole of Sunday off." "But what can do with free time here Miss Rosie? Two maids like us where can go? And what wear when go out, uniform and scarf to cover head like good Muslim? Lita asked in her version of Taglish with more English words but with bad grammar. Rosie chuckled because she loved when Lita was calling her Miss and said, "No uniform Lita when we go out on our days off, just cover well all parts of your body and wear the black head scarf. We'll be in uniform dress without apron only when we go to the super market for shopping or run other errands for the family." "But you did not tell what to do in free day?" Lita continued in her Pidgin English which by now had become a second nature to her. Rosie, a broad smile on her face said, "Don't worry girl we usually go to a Mall only for women, where all the foreign domestics hang around. There we'll meet lots of Filipinas and gossip for everything, our employers, our families back home and we can also eat cheaply good Asian food. There is a place that makes good Filipino food, I'll treat you there to a chicken adobo. So, you have to pay attention to me when I talk to you in Tagalog, some of those Filipinas you are going to meet speak even worst English than you." Lita was excited because even Rosie was looking down at her now. She was also excited with the prospect of meeting all those maids and be one of them. Her ultimate dream was about to become true as Miss Magda would say now. The voice of Mme Ahmad from the kitchen brought them back to reality, "Girls have you finished unpacking? We need some tea please and the pizzas will be here in half an hour so you can prepare the table in the dining room." "We'll be there in a minute Mme," both answered in unison as they tied their half white aprons on. Lita couldn't suppress a smile looking down at her apron. She couldn't forget that this little white piece started everything and brought her at a foreign and exotic country as a maid! CHAPTER 11 Two weeks later The Ahmad family were more or less acclimatized to Qatar, after all that was their country though the three children were a bit uncomfortable, in particular the two girls Akilah and Zahra who were not at all used to all those restrictions that applied to all females in the Arab world. When they complained to their mother her answer was always the same, 'You should consider yourselves lucky girls that you are of Qatari and not of Saudi origin. If you were in Saudi Arabia you would be covered from top to bottom with an abaya and a niqab." As for the boy, Asim, he was also uncomfortable because he was a 'softy' and not at all like the other Arab boys of his age who were full of arrogance, trained to be alpha males from the start of their life. Asim was different and Lita was suspecting from the beginning that he could/should have cross dressing and submissive tendencies even if he wasn't fully aware yet. So, one day that Asim was alone in the house as the rest of the family were out visiting relatives and they wouldn't' be back for several hours, Lita with Rosie's amused approval decided to put him to the test. He was in his room playing games in his laptop as Lita dressed in her usual morning uniform and a matching work apron was moving around him tidying up and dusting. Asim was sneakily looking at her or rather at her uniform as she was working; she could tell as she was watching him with the corner of her eye. At that point she turned to him and said casually, "Asim, you look terribly bored, would you like to give me a hand with the housework? I'm running out of time today because Rosie is not able to help me, she is busily cooking, she has to prepare a very elaborate dinner for your family." His dark olive skin turned nearly purpled from embarrassment or excitement? I really couldn't tell, but I could tell that he was hesitant but deep down he wanted to do it so I added, "Don't worry, I'm not telling anything to your parents or sisters, that will be our little secret." "How about Rosie, she might tell my sisters and then they will make fun of me" he said cautiously still looking purpled. "You shouldn't worry about that, Rosie is very sympathetic to that and she likes you; she told me that you helped her before in the London apartment." "Oh," he answered relieved now, "I guess it's ok to help you, it is true, I'm bored and I didn't really want to go and visit those relatives, they are funny people, very conservative, men have to be in separate part of the house from women, I find that peculiar." 'You are a small rebel and you will have problems because of that in your later life,' Lita thought and added loudly, "Come along then, I'll give you one of my aprons to wear to protect your shorts and t-shirt." Within the next few minutes Asim wearing a full working apron with a large bib that had strings crossing at the back, an apron that looked like a skirt since it was covering his shorts underneath, was happily vacuuming all the bedrooms under Lita's supervision. She could read on his face all the symptoms of joy and excitement, he was enjoying himself immensely and he was sexually stimulated. 'I was right', she thought, he definitely is a submissive cross dresser. At that moment Rosie came from the kitchen and said to Lita in a loud voice, "He loves doing housework, don't you think? We could easily turn him to a maid." "Yes, we could," Lita answered back, "But we have to be careful with him, his father could kill him if he knew and his sisters would mercilessly made fun of him." "You are right, we have to protect him, he is such a good boy," Rosie conceded and added, "But let him enjoy himself, the parents won't be back until this evening so you can make him clean the bathrooms and probably show him how to make beds, he can learn a few different types of work today." "Yes Miss Rosie," Lita said jovially, "By the end of the day Asim will be a proficient junior maid, probably I'll let him wear one of my uniform dresses as well." "I'm sure he would love that," Rosie answered laughing and went back to the kitchen to continue her cooking. All that conversation happened in a mixture of Tagalog and English, as it was their standard way of communicating those days, but also because they didn't want Asim to understand what they were talking about though he was totally absorbed in his vacuuming. Within the hour Asim completely dressed as a maid now, dress and apron, canvas shoes and even plain female underwear underneath, was down on his hands and knees scrubbing the master bathroom's tiles. He had this dreamy look on his face as if he was in a trance mode. As she was watching him, Lita felt a guilt pang because she knew that she had released all the inner feelings and tendencies of Asim, Pandora's box was open now and he could never look back. But then again, those feelings and tendencies would come out sooner or later; she knew that very well from her alter ego, Dennis, didn't she? She was only hoping that Asim could survive the strict and rigid Arab society. The good thing was that like in Dennis' case his family was well off and he could survive somewhere in the West, probably London, and definitely stay out of the Arab countries. At that moment Asim lift his head and blushing all over asked Lita, "Am I doing all right Lita, does the floor look clean now?" "You do splendidly Asim," Lita answered, forgetting momentarily her Pidgin English and using her posh accent, "One day you will make a good servant to some person you don't know yet." "You really think so?" He asked a mixture of anxiety and expectation in his voice. "Yes, but not for a while Asim, you have a long way to go. You are only 15 now, you have to finish your school and study afterwards and then when you are a mature person you can decide for yourself. My advice at the moment is to keep a low profile and don't talk about your tendencies to anyone and especially not to your father and sisters." "I know," he answered back sceptically, they already make fun of me; they call me a 'softy'. Only my mother seems to understand me." "Yes, I've noticed that," Lita said and then added looking at the clock above her, "But I think its time to go and change back to your boy clothes, your family will be back soon and you wouldn't like to be found in a maid's dress and apron, would you?" "Certainly not," he said giggling, "My father would probably have a heart attack." "Good boy, and thank you for helping me today," Lita said and added, "Let me give you some cream for your hands, they look a bit rough and red after all those detergents you came in touch with. Next time you do housework for me I'll give you a pair of rubber gloves to wear." Asim's eyes shone with happiness when he heard that. There was a promise for more housework and that idea sent shivers of pleasure to his spine. CHAPTER 12 It was during breakfast a couple of days later when Mme Ahmad announced casually to the family, "My friend Magda is coming today to stay for a few days with us. She would love to see a bit of Qatar. Her flight from London arrives at 4.00pm this afternoon and I'll send the driver to get her." Lita who was serving at the time was greatly surprised when she heard that. Miss Magda in Qatar? Wow! At that moment Mme saw her as she was pouring tea and turning to her said, "Ah Lita, there you are. You probably heard me, your employer, Miss Magda, arrives today. You can prepare the spare bedroom for her. She will be here for a few days. In fact, we'll be flying back to London together. You must have missed her girl?" "Yes Mme," Lita said in her bad English, "I glad she come, prepare room for her," "Good girl," Mme said and added, "On second thoughts, you probably should join the driver when he goes to the airport to pick her. She will be glad to see you there and you can help her with her bags." "Yes Mme," Lita answered as a jolt of excitement went through her spine once more. The fact that Miss Magda had to see her in her 'Muslim regalia' wearing her hijab and a conservative uniform dress, long sleeves etc was very exciting for her. After all Miss Magda was the only one who really and truly new what was hidden under Lita's persona. "Off you go then, you can tell Rosie at the kitchen about Miss Magda's arrival, she could prepare a nice meal for tonight, something traditionally Arabic. Rosie would think of something. Anyway, I'll come to the kitchen and talk to her in a few minutes." "Yes Mme, tell Rosie that," Lita answered doing her little automatic bob as she turned to go back to the kitchen. A few hours later she was waiting together with the driver for Miss Magda to appear, coming out from the customs area. 'Ah, there she is', Lita thought as she saw her emerging form the gate looking very elegant in a conservative way. She was carefully dressed but she was uncovered. Lita remembered then that foreign women were allowed to circulate publicly in Qatar uncovered but decently dressed, except for domestic workers who had to observe the local customs since they were working in Muslim homes. She waved at her and Miss Magda, an astonished look on her face, approached them. "Oh my God! Is that you Lita? You look so different, so Arabic, I wouldn't' be able to recognise you if you haven't waved at me." "Hello Miss," Lita answered with a small curtsey and smile. "Glad that you are here Miss but surprised also. Thought you not like very much Arab countries Miss" She added mischievously. "You are right Lita, Arab countries are not my cup of tea, but I wanted to see you all and get the feeling of Doha." She stopped as Lita offered to take her bag and then added, "I came also to see you Lita, I have news for you, don't be alarmed, nothing bad, just news about Dennis and his family." Lita felt instantly worried, "I hope nothing bad happened to Dennis' father Miss." She asked her voice full of concern. "Don't worry girl, everything is under control, I'll tell you the news as we drive back to the city." She said as she turned for the first time to face the South Asian man who was patiently waiting next to Lita. "You must be the driver that Mme Ahmad sent, we can go now." "His name is Berto and he is a Filipino," Lita said proudly, "He is the general factotum of the Ahmads in Doha," added chuckling. "There you are the general factotum again, and I can see that you now expand your connections with Filipino males, said Magda sarcastically. Lita who must have missed the sarcastic tone of Magda, continued in a boasting manner, "I met lots of Filipina maids in Doha Miss, Rosie took me a few times to the Mall they all hang out. It was good for my Tagalog Miss." Magda rolled her eyes smiling, "I can see you are still on the same path to become a true Filipina. Keep walking to that direction and you never know your wish might be granted one day." Lita felt a shiver of excitement and anxiety at the same time. 'Was I really walking to that path?' she thought as she followed her Mistress to the car, carrying her suitcase. Magda asked Lita to join her in the back seat and soon the SUV started rolling gently to the highway towards the city of Doha. They were silent for a couple of minutes as Miss Magda was looking out to absorb the view of the city as the first skyscrapers started appearing in the horizon. Then she turned and looked at Lita as she put her hand on her lap feeling the material of her uniform dress, "My, this material is even coarser than the normal polycotton uniform dresses you wear in London, you must feel hot wearing that long-sleeved dress with the pants underneath." "That's all right Miss," Magda chuckled, "At the apartment I'm allowed to wear my normal uniforms like in London without being covered. Only outside the apartment I'm dressed like this. All foreign domestics are required to dress like this in Qatar." "Thank God that doesn't apply to female visitors like me. I wouldn't have come if I was asked to be covered. I find that very demeaning for women." "I like it Miss," Lita said lowering her voice, "I find it exciting and very erotic and I feel even more feminine like this." "That doesn't surprise me girl," Magda answered with a smirk keeping her voice low as well, "You were not born a woman as we know, you try to become one and a humble one for that matter, you enjoy serving others and Muslim women are pushed to that role from the day they are born so you are able to fit better in that socially backward society." Lita wasn't certain how to answer that, Magda was right, she was thriving in the role of homemaker, maid, servant, general factotum, you name it. So, she simply said, "Yes Miss, I guess you are right." Magda turned again and looked at Lita, "I must say that the scarf you are wearing frames your face well and makes you look even more feminine, your small features and the slight makeup you learned expertly to use is adding to that." Lita blushed with pleasure when she heard that. Miss Magda was very clever the way she praised Lita's feminine features and made her feel proper in her female persona. Another couple of minutes passed and finally Lita had to ask in her proper Oxford English that she still could master, "So what is the news Miss from Dennis' family? You know I'm dying to find out. I haven't contacted Dennis' father since the day I met him at the Ahmads' dinner party." Magda finally decided to tell her, "All right then, I'll tell you the news, but please don't interrupt me until I finish, unless of course I ask you for something specific, then you can ask questions. And keep your voice low, whatever I'll tell you now it is confidential and the driver should stay out if it, I see that he is trying to extend his ears to pick parts of our conversation." "Ok Miss," Lita whispered, "I'm all ears." "A week after you departed for Qatar your father had a minor stroke in New York where he was at the time for a shipping conference." "Oh No, OMG," Lita said keeping her voice low. "Ssh, I told you not to interrupt me," Magda said annoyed, "It's a minor stroke and he is fine now. The doctors say he avoided the worst because he got immediate care. He is in the Mount Sinai Cardio Centre one of the best hospitals in the world and he will stay for another week for observation." Lita kept quiet as Magda looked around to catch the spectacular view of the City of Doha, then continued, "He asked after you and I reassured him that you are treated fairly as the Ahmads family housemaid and you still try to live your dream in that sense. Isn't that true Lita?" "Yes Miss, it is true," Lita answered without any hesitation but added in a concerned voice, "But, Shouldn't I go and visit him, hasn't he asked to see me?" "No Lita, he hasn't asked to see Dennis who is anyway in deep disguise now." Magda said adding with emphasis now, "He gave me though a Power of Attorney to handle all his legal affairs in London including the apartment and Dennis other persona Lita. I am already in contact with his lawyers' firm in London 'Johnston and Johnston Esq'. The power of Attorney enables me to decide about your employment's issues, I mean the employment of the Romanian Angelita Cornelia Fusteanou as you are known now. I can fire you, or lend you to other people like now, or ask you to work multiple shifts if needed with the appropriate payment of course. I'm not going to starve you Lita provided that you do your maid's job diligently and without any complain. Do you understand me so far? Any questions?" Lita was deeply excited and concerned now, as often was the case since she started this peculiar trip to servitude. "But what about Dennis Miss, will he cease to exist, how are we going to explain that?" Magda chuckled as she answered, "You shouldn't worry about that Lita. Dennis' father decided the night that met you in your Lita persona that you were on a trip of your own trying to find your sexuality, trying to discover other hidden sides of your personality and being an open-minded father decided to let you follow that route. In the mean time Dennis is going to be in a tour discovering the world, trying to get over the fact that his PhD process was interrupted by the unfortunate accident of his professor. So, you can forget about Dennis for the time being and concentrate to Lita's existence that from now on becomes even more real." The temporary disappearance of Dennis and his father's isolation seemed quite real now to Lita. She instantly realised that her only contact with her old world was going to be Magda and she had to be very loyal to her. Magda was going to become the key for her future whatever that was going to be. With her usual intuition Magda picked Lita's thoughts and said, "Yes Lita, I am everything to you now, your employer, your mentor, and why not your main Mistress and you are what you like most, my general factotum to be used as I see fit. So, you better be good and loyal to me. I am your key to your future from now on." Lita looked at her with owe and admiration. Was she finally trapped to a life of servitude and for how long? Would she be able to change the course of events if she decided to go back to her Dennis persona and would Miss Magda allow it? Would Dennis' father interfere in the future if asked, or Magda would stop it? Questions without clear answers at the moment. She looked at Madga, eyes filled with tears, "Yes Miss, you are the key to my future and at this moment I can live with that. I am and will be your general factotum for the foreseeable future. So please accept my complete devotion." Magda took both her hands and squeezed them. "I hope those tears are tears of joy and not tears of fear and frustration Lita dear, and yes, I accept your complete devotion." At that moment the driver turned his head and said in his accented English, "We'll be in the apartment in five minutes Miss, I hope you enjoyed the ride and you liked the scenery." "Yes Berto, thank you for the ride; I'm certainly impressed with Doha, it looks very modern and spectacular." Magda said in a loud voice and added, "That ride gave me also the chance to catch up with my maid Lita, I had some good news for her." Then she turned to Lita and added with a mischievous smile in a low voice, "I'll make some arrangements for you to go to a school for maids in Manila. There you will be among Filipinas, practice your Tagalog more and forget your educated English. That would be quite an exotic trip for you girl wouldn't be? Then you will be able to feel like a true Filipina, the true Lita in that sense!" As she finished her sentence she saw with the corner of her eye that Lita was practically trembling from excitement. At that moment she understood that she touched her most sensitive cord. And somehow, she knew that Dennis had gone for ever. THE END