Molly
Molly is a homeless 19 year old girl in need of a helping hand. Will you be that helping hand with no strings attached? Or will you seize the opportunity with less altruistic intentions?
"I...I suppose it could work." *
"Of course it will work. You'll see." Fighting back a big grin, I hold out the uniform to her. "Congratulations, Molly, you're now officially my unofficial part-time housekeeper as well as full-time guest." "Ah, but, there's no uniform requirements for the guest position."
"Okay, thanks for letting me stay here. I'll try to earn my keep around the house."
She nods gratefully and follows you to another room where she can change out of her dirty clothes. Once she's in the comfortable oversized tee shirt, she feels a little more at ease. She thanks you again and then heads back to her temporary bedroom for the night. As she lies down on the soft mattress, Molly can't help but feel incredibly grateful and a bit nervous about what tomorrow might bring.
I sit in my home office and slowly sip some whiskey. I hope I did the right thing. She seems like a nice enough girl, but who knows? That doesn't matter. She needed help. We all need a little helping hand now and then. If nothing else, tomorrow should be interesting. Finishing my single drink, I wander by the guest room, listening to make sure all is quiet, before I head to my own bed to sleep.
As she drifts off to sleep, Molly can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. She knows she owes you... But how much is too much? And where does gratitude end and obligation begin? These thoughts swirl around in her mind as she dreams fitfully through the night.