After dinner, Mary packed her belongings in her room, admittedly she had nothing there to speak of as being belonged to her, in a bag and went over to the main house. Mary was already there in her room, preparing the bed and once completed, she came over to Malee’s room to help her to do the same. Malee noted in both of their rooms, there was a phone which Mary explained to her that they were connected directly to George and Georgia’s bedrooms. Master and Mistress would be assisted by their own servants, whom Malee had seen accompanying them to various outings. As Malee tried to sleep in the  new bed, she thought of what she had heard during the dinner.

She wondered what it would like to be married to George, someone who had it all, as she tossed and turned trying to sleep. Unlike the servants’ house, where you could hear people walking round at night for drinks and to the toilet, the cellar was quiet, too quiet. The soft hmm of the central air-conditioning was the only sound in the room she could hear. Then just as her eyes were about to close for the night, the phone rang.

“Hello?” shouted Malee in panic.

“You are awake?” said the voice from the other side, which Malee recognized as Georgia.

“Yes. Its a new bed and too quiet.” blurted Malee without second thought. She realized her mistake not long after and tried to correct it. “Anything I can help with?”

“Yes. Bring me a cup of wine from the kitchen.” replied the other voice before bringing down the phone. The twins had their own mini-refrigerators in their own rooms but not alcohol drinks, not that the servants could say no if they had been requested. Malee got out of the bed and the room and climbed up the staircase onto the floor above. The main lobby during the day was full of activities with servants and guests going in and out but at night it was as quiet as a mouse, not the kind of mouse that Malee was familiar with though. Malee went into the kitchen as she was told and took out a bottle of wine from the chiller and pour into the cup as Mary had taught her a few days ago. She then carried the cup up the staircase to the upper floor and turned the other way from George’s room to Georgia’s room.

She knocked softly on the door only for the door to open, which Malee assumed was opened by Georgia in advanced. She went into the room and saw Georgia was up in her bed reading a book by bed lamp. She looked up to Malee briefly and pointed her finger at the spot on the table besides her bed. Malee went closer and placed the cup on the table and turned around to walk towards the door.

“Wait. Massage my legs.” ordered Georgia , taking out the same bottle of oil from the drawer.

Malee turned around again and went back to the bed and sat besides Georgia and lifted the blanket. Georgia was in a white nightgown at the top but her legs were bared. Malee placed a few drops of oil on the palms and started squeezing them on Georgia’s smooth legs. As she slowly did the squeezing on the parts of her legs, Georgia continued reading the book intensely. It was after two rounds of squeezing up and down that Georgia made her move.

“Have you signed up with us?” asked Georgia suddenly.

Malee couldn’t understand what was the meaning of the term, signed up, so she shook her head.

“Ok. You may go back to sleep.” said Georgia as she put down the book and switched off the lamp. Malee nodded and covered back the blanket on Georgia and walked towards the door. She closed the door and was walking towards the stairs when she saw a figure coming up from the below. It was George.

“Malee? What are you doing at this time?” asked George. Malee could sense a faint smell of alcohol from George as he spoke. Before Malee could reply, George came up to touch her right palm which still had the oil residue.

“Georgia isn’t it?” sighed George. He had no qualms with Georgia ordering Malee for a massage but not at near midnight.

“Its ok. I can’t sleep anyway.” replied Malee.

“Come with me.” said George as he pulled her towards his room.