Stephanie Fitzcaraldo DiSilva tended to treat her darling husband's first daughter with space. She tried to be nice to her in the morning, after school, at dinner, and right before bed. She let her cook quick disgusting food and store overcaffinated cans of chemicals in the fridge because it was much easier than trying to wake Anita up early to actually eat a healthy breakfast with her brothers. She even ignored Anita's muttered comments, rolled eyes, and numerous gas attacks while they were situated in the same room for an extended period of time. But dirtying up her hair-care products, her actual livelihood once upon a time before 3 bouncing baby boys, was the biggest line Anita had ever broken. "Darn that girl!" huffed Stephanie, angry as she could be. As much as she was going to hate it, this shower would have to include Anita's...copious...amounts...of hair...EVERYWHERE! "Oh, I'm giving her a haircut as soon as she gets home. Mark my words, God. There will be justice!"
Stephanie Fitzcaraldo DiSilva angrily undressed from her nice blazer and pencil skirt (both light blue), untied her neck ribbon (also blue), snapped her brassiere against her back painfully getting it off, wriggled out of her panties, pulled down her dark stockings, and fumed nakedly. At least she still looked good for 29 years and 3 pregnancies. Golly, she looked like 33, though. Tiny wrinkles were almost overtalking the smooth valley of her face, her tanned skin was sagging slightly, her youthful freckles had long since vanished, her eyes looked like she was close to crying all the time...but gosh darnit, her hair was perfect! Natural dirty blonde mixed with golden blonde dye made for a vibrant shade of yellow, its medium length allowed her to not shed like her puppy of a half-daughter, and it was almost immobilized in glorious aerasol hairspray into its luscious mini-beehive. Southern women would die for hair like this, and she lived in the North, for gosh sakes! "Well, let's not ruin perfection." She tittered, nodding at her husky body in the mirror. She could stand to lose some posterior weight. And some chest weight, even. "Worrying about that later." she thought, as she put her swimming cap onto her head, and stepped into the shower/bathtub.
Stephanie Fitzcaraldo felt strangely once the water hit her. Her cap seemed itchier than usual, like her hair was growing inside it or something...eh, it was nothing. Only her time of the month or yet another older woman thing. God, she was almost 27, wasn't she? Getting knocked up right out of high school and going to beauty school to pay those diaper bills was not her plan, by a long shot. No siree, she wanted to be a racer back then, like that girl she'd met conseloring at the local summer camp, Rebecca. "God, she was a nice girl." muttered Steph, not noticing her skin darkening to a mocha brown. Why couldn't she have left town with her kid? Sure, he was a newborn, but Rebecca would have helped out. She knew it! They were good friends...
Steph Fitzcaraldo was annoyed that the urge to purge by her lonesome had hit now. "I coulda' waited until home, but I juss had to take a freakin' shower here." she mumbled, clearly feeling the moment as good. OK, this was not going to go away as long as...her hair was restrained! "The hell'd I do dat for?! My 'luckious lockes' better get cleaned before they smell!" She tore away the bulging shower cap, revealing a dark brown mass of Hispanic curls. "Awwww yeah, that was da problem, holmes." Strep chuckled. "Dis' is prolly why da Aztecs thought curly hair was da work a' the Devil. Ancient, terrible shower caps or somethin'." This was a weird way to celebrate 21 years of age, 4 years of a relationship, and remaining the only woman in her family with a hymen still, but the boss's shower was muy bonita..
Strep Fitzcaraldo felt a huge release go through her body. Her skinny, muscled frame shook as she turned her head towards the shower spout and sang opera for a coupla' seconds. Goddamn, this was the best place to housekeep and babysit and kinda live at like Alice from dah Brady Bunch! Becky pleaded with her to get dis job, and Becky was always right, y'know? She knew how to make money, how to inner-tube the fastest...how to bring Strep to singing wit' just one touch...she got it all figured out! "4 years since that summer camp. Shit, yo." She smiled. The kids loved Becky too. When she'd be here, they'd beg Strep and Becky to go do their bike tricks and/or joust for funzies. Even "Anita Timida" smiled at Strep's goofiness, adultness, and love of life, and dey were barely 5 years apart! Strep thought so, at least. Besides, like she and Becky knew, maiding and nannying together was da perfect fallback career if dey got injured at a race or show. They could be great parents, maybe someday. Ah well. "Such is life, or something." Strep said as she turned off the water. She got out of the shower, grabbed a towel for her hair, wrapped dat thing around da whole big mess of hair she had, and then grabbed another to dry her body. "Now let's see if my crazy shedding broke da shower again..." Strep muttered, picking up her bright red leather jacket and pants. She needed a haircut sometime...