Michael and I are about to get up close and personal when I hear a woman screaming hystericaly.
"MAX...WHOEVER IS HERE COME DOWN,I NEED THE WHITELIGHTER'S HELP RIGHT NOW."
"Dammit!" I straighten up my clothes, jump up, and run out the door.
We have got to get some help around here. That's why we need a vacation. Then maybe just maybe we'll have enough time that I can sleep with my boyfriend.
Rushing down the stairs, I notice her expression is locked in panic.
"Isabel, what's wrong?" I question afraid of her answer.
