I wanted to shout her name, but I didn't want to break the silence, so I just walked around the house, aimlessly searching for Anne.Īfter searching the whole house but couldn't find her, I went to her room, because I had not yet looked at her room. Usually my house is very noisy because of the children, but today, their absence was clearly felt. I suddenely realized that the house was extremely quiet. When it started to get dark, I got hungry, and remembered my wife telling me that Anne was to cook the dinner, so I started to look for her, but I couldn't find her anywhere. I spent the early afternoon playing guitar and watching TV. It wasn't the first time I was left home alone with Anne.
She said Anne will cook me my dinner, and with that, she left the house. One morning, my wife took the children to her mother's house, and left me home alone, and told me that she won't be back until very late. It was as if she could sense the dirty thoughts I had for her, even if I never showed it.
And she always tried to avoid me being together in the same room when my wife wasn't also in the same room. She never spoke to me first, unless I spoke to her first. Sometimes I would look at the panties on the laundry rack and get a small boner, thinking about what they must've been covering.īut unlike her personal laundry drying habit, she was a very shy girl. I knew almost all the underwears she wore, because she wasn't shy about drying them out in the front yard, where the sunlight was the best. Sometimes I could peep through the loose shorts and see her underwear. her shorts were always a bit too loose because her thighs were very lean. She was quite skinny, but she wasn't bony. My wife was the one who did all the training, and I rarely spoke to her, but sometimes I would talk to her in small chats, as it was quite natural for someone living in the same house. But over time, she learned how to clean and do the laundry, and once the house had some use for her, she could stay in the house. Almost 5 years.Īt first, it was more like I was taking care of her, more than she was working for me because she was too young. She's been working in my house for very long time.
This is a story about one of my maid, who is from Cambodia, whose name is Anne (of course not her real name). The men and older women find jobs in factories or farms, while the younger girls try to work as maids in houses. Men, women, boys and girls cross the border and search for work in Thailand, which has a lot more jobs available, than back in their home countries. There are lots of illigal immigration workers in Thailand, who come from neighboring countries, such as Cambodia, Laos and Burma.
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