Death In The Family part three
It was the morning after Mr. Drake’s funeral. It was really sad. I couldn’t stop crying all night after we all went to bed. I loved Charles so much. He had always been so loving to me. He always gave me everything I wanted. I loved the way he treated me. He was so good. My name is Frida. I have blond, curly hair, and I am slight, with small tits that Charles always called perky as hell. I’m nineteen years old and I’m a maid along with my friend Geena. Our cook Hanna went to school to learn to...