Invisible Generation: The Saga of the Domestic Engineer in High Society Homes

By Elle Truth

This novel is inspired by the true facts of working for thirty years as a cleaning lady. This is an unusual case of two women, high society, and deviant sexual desire. The two women and denial make it unconventional fiction.

What humanity would consider being the perfect white boomer couple that marries for all the right reasons with the intent of reaching and surpassing the American Dream! However, over the years, they become jaded by their own selfish aspirations.

The prominent upper Darlingtonheartland doctor destroys his own life by beating and cheating on his wife. She has her own sexual desires. This doctors beautiful wife turns to her young cleaning lady for sexual gratification. Even though she is flattered by the attractive boss, the happy girl refuses the high-society ladys affection, which fuels repeated mental abuse for the naive woman. Her own past of mental cruelty keeps the employee trapped in a world of slander and defamation.

The good doctor turns to his group of white men in the world called the Euro Club. They leave no stone unturned to reestablish the Caucasian race, including the betrayal of the American public by rigging two presidential elections all due to threat and insecurity of this happening to them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543457483

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Chapter One

YOUNG AND DUMB

There is a problem with unhappy, beautiful married women that have a lot of time on their hands. She was long legged with blond hair and large round green eyes. Her eyes were chameleon-like, changing with each outfit she wore. One day I would see her and they would definitely be green. The next time I would lay eyes on her, they were blue, like the Caribbean Sea. They were almost transparent, as if she could see right into your soul. Because of this, there was almost a fear of her. Her skin was so unblemished and white, as if it had never seen the sun’s light. She was so giving and loving almost to a fault.

They tried to present themselves as the perfect American family. Her husband was a tall, dark, and handsome doctor. They were both the most generous people I had ever met. He was an oncologist employed by a state-funded hospital. They had two children. Of course, her daughter looked just like her mother. The boy did not resemble his father; however, as he grew into Daddy’s shoes, his likeness became more pronounced. I, being young and dumb, just saw the perfect American family. As you can tell, there was an infatuation.

I only knew him by his photographs lying around their large Upper Darlington home. He was spoke of but never seen. Years went by where there was never a visual of this man. My thoughts were that he was a myth or legend. When we arrived to clean the home, she was the only person present. Had it not been for the other clients we had who spoke of him, I would not have believed he existed. They had the typical oil painting of the family hanging over the mantel in the living room. Two Welsh corgis would come running, barking the entire way to greet us at the side door when we rang the doorbell. We and our employees just thought they were strange-looking animals, but they grew on us as time passed. They were friendly little dogs, but uptight like the lady of the house. I did not take a liking to them at first. She was always kind; nevertheless, she was extremely high-strung for me. I tried to keep an open mind. I, being raised in a middle-class suburban home just up the road, viewed them as Upper Darlington snobs. They, however, were the next step up to running a successful cleaning business. I needed to stick it out.

As time passed, my partner and I realized she was so unhappy. Not able to put our finger on it, we just did our job. Shortly after taking on the home, my partner insisted he was a cross-dresser. This always placed an unhealthy infatuation toward the couple. It took years before finally meeting the man. I had a lot of unpleasant baggage in my past, but I was fearless. I approached him at a spring football game open to the public, put on by the local university. The university took pity on all the lower-class citizens, giving the state’s children a chance to see and meet the college heroes they could only watch on television every week.

Since we had never met the man, there was apprehension to approach him. He sat at the fifty-yard line on a sunny day, observing the scrimmage. Our friends, my partner, and I walked up and down the bleachers past the two while giggling, making a spectacle of ourselves. Dr. Troy did notice the younger women repeatedly parading up and down in front of them. He had no clue that we were; however, I did believe the curiosity seemed to be present. Our laughter as we marched up and down the stairs created a scene. The group of us had no care. We were just having fun. We were inebriated, and having knowledge of his life made things interesting and above all mysterious to us lower-class citizens.

After making complete asses of ourselves, I came up with the brilliant idea to introduce myself. By now I was sure he thought we were idiots. Being young and dumb, I had no care in the world. My friends thought I was brave. I marched right up to the man and told him who I was and my name. As this couple always was, he shook my hand, telling me it was nice to meet me. I walked away proudly, thinking I was so cool in front of my friends. I felt like the big man on campus.

As time went by, many things happened. This family was not so normal. Their intent was not so pure of heart. My job suddenly became way more complex. In hindsight, I should have just walked away. This woman named Ann was angry and confused. She wanted a husband that was there for her, not a monster that only cared about how he appeared to the outside world. His career was number one. The children came next. All other family members got a brief second of his valuable time. Their friends viewed him as Mr. Wonderful. She was the bad guy. We all just tried to do our jobs. Ann’s unhappiness affected everything she did and every place she went. I just got more confused by her actions. She would say one thing and do another. If something got broken, she handled it like a champ, remaining calm, telling us it was okay. She never expected us to fix a thing. Of course, there were not too many items, but there were some dust collectors that were valuable. There was insurance and we were bonded, but Ann always kept her cool.

Ann passed out our name so much. Most of the time I thought Ann would give up on us. My partner and I got rid of most of her referrals. We thought they were snobs. It however never discouraged Ann. Until one day, she finally asked about our friends Lance and Mave Pill, who owned a well-known car dealership in Columbus. I explained our end of the problem. These people were making us go into an unlocked home that sat on a main street in Darlington. They had expensive pieces of artwork all throughout their modest home. Mave was a bull. Her exterior behavior was rough, although we always appreciated the direct approach. She never showed a weakness. The only tremor we saw was the day of 9/11. She told my partner, Nelly, that after that event, she needed to have a cigarette. Mave smoked, but only in extremely stressful occasions.

Ann had started to show signs of abnormal behavior. In their home lay a picture of Ann, Troy, and their two children dressed in only T-shirts and underwear. I showed it to my employee. We just laughed and put it back on top of the armoire where I found it. One day Ann caught my employee in the kitchen. I heard this shrieking noise. I ran toward the sound. It was Ann letting loose on Debbie. Not afraid of anyone, I jumped in to defend my employee. Ann attacked me. She was upset because there were things on her kitchen counter. Debbie was cleaning the counter with papers on it. I told Ann that was no reason to scream at Debbie. Ann tried to explain her actions. I was not accepting that behavior from anyone. That was the first of many outbursts by Ann.

Shortly after that incident, Nelly refused to work for these people. Ann was showing her true self every day. This practice was normal after several years with a client. They began to complain about things they would tolerate for years earlier. Ann started showing signs of OCD. This is the placement of objects and causing disruptions in others’ organization. Nelly, my life partner and partner in business, had a dislike for this woman that was becoming noticeable. I was being forced to make a choice between Ann and Nelly. I knew in my heart Ann could and would make or break us, so I would stick it out. Nelly had put separation within our business long before this date. She made the break and had to give up another regular job to save face. The other weekly client would not adjust for us. She asked to be moved back one day of the week. The move was made on my part. I really despised all the women for being such bitches. Nelly was the only reasonable one in the mess. We did not deserve the treatment we were tolerating from Ann. I had much broader shoulders to put up with the abuse. It was all bullshit. One woman was upset because they lost me. The other was upset because Nelly quit going to Ann’s. I was burdened for years by all three ladies. Last of all was the most heartbreaking disappointment about the situation. Nelly began showing insecurities. She would make a lot of inquiries about Ann and the job. There was so much jealousy beyond the relationship with Ann down the road. Time passed and I questioned my loyalty to Ann. Was she worth the trouble? Only time would tell!

Things were bittersweet. Nelly and I always thought Ann was about as straight as they came, until one day. Ann started coming on to me. Or so Nelly’s brother Ted thought. Ted only knew what I told him. Ann started rolling around on beds in front of me. A lot of sexual innuendos were made. They were in regard to a threesome. Nelly became more agitated. Been there and done that, so I was not interested in that hot mess. Besides that, Ann made reference to her husband making love like Clint Eastwood in The Bridges of Madison County. Sure I wanted a piece of that action. My sexual experiences far exceeded any other thing in life. No one was going to be worth that sacrifice.

This story is really about want happens to a person who refuses sexual favors from an employer. We all know about Monica Lewinsky and the history of women before her. My case was just the opposite. Sex I had experience, but other life choices, not so much. I was young and dumb about most things. Truth and honesty were how I lived life. I refused to get into a web of lies.

I, however, made so many mistakes. My choice was to speak with lots of different people about her sexual advances. I was not even sure if she was making sexual advances. I, being a fairly good-looking person myself, had numerous sexual opportunities. Ann and Troy were thirteen years older than I was. Were they fucking nuts? It seemed so strange to me. When I turned forty, there were lots of sexual advances made toward me at work. I was getting very uptight at work.

One day I walked up a flight of stairs to get paid. The gentleman was sitting at his desk chair. As I approached him, I saw a shadow on the wall. It resembled a huge penis with an enormous hand wrapped around it, snapping his beanpole. I stopped dead in my tracks and made a quick about-face. Quickly and quietly I moved back down the stairs. Once I reached the bottom of the staircase, I yelled out to Mark Deigle. He was the husband of a vascular surgeon. Nelly and I just adored his wife. She was the one who hired us through their next-door neighbor. We worked in an empty house for a couple of years before Mark decided to quit his job. He was kind to all; however, one day I do not know if he was not able to control himself until I left the house, or he gained confidence enough that I would respond to his behavior. I turned my back on him once I thought he was beating his meat. He drove a beautiful teal and leather Harley motorcycle that he bought brand-new. I showed interest in the spectacular bike. He offered me a quick ride on the fantastic beast. Mark told me there was nothing like a big, hot thing between my legs. I just walked away.

Several months went by when I walked in, finding a note on the counter. There was my day’s pay, as well as a note advising me they were no longer in need of our services. The frustration was always out there. I think that was a gutless way of handling things. I, still being the good businesswoman I was, left the key, locking the door on my way out of the Darlington home. The most embarrassing thing was explaining to the neighbor that had referred us why we know longer worked for Mark and Martha. Once again, being young and dumb, I should have lied. Honesty is the best policy according to my parent.

There were so many cases of my ignorance. We worked for a couple that made all kinds of advances. They were really out there. Nelly and I, however, just insisted that if we all just did our job, it would all work out. These people had a goat in their basement. Nelly and I did not even want to think about what he was doing with a goat. They claimed it was a friends’, which they were keeping until the friends relocated. They were just so strange we were never sure if they were telling us the truth.

One employee got nosy about a cabinet hanging on the wall next to their washier. Oh my lord! she yelled out. I came running as usual, of course, thinking it was something horrible. In it was every sexual toy you could dream up. My eyes could not believe one object that stuck out in the cabinet. It was a boomerang-shaped wooden gadget. It was rough wood with rounded ends, shorter on one end than the other. My response immediately was for her to shut the doors. I did not want that visual rolling around in my head. It was bad enough that they had all the windows covered in their already-dark basement. Up against one wall was a box spring and mattress. Beside that was a long homemade piece-of-shit bookshelf. It had books of all types. A lot of candles were spread all around the bed on the book-shelf’s and table that surrounded the bed. There were so many bottles of cheap wine with glasses sitting around. There were a couple of large bottles of drinking water. Flashlights of all shapes and sizes were on the rickety stand.

One day I walked down in the basement to do a load of sheets and towels, when something immediately caught my eye. Here was a new device: a sex swing hanging from the rafter of the old three-story Clintonville home. I yelled out to the employee working with me that day. Oh boy, did we get a huge laugh about that one. Was I really that naive? Was I really that immature? Later they showed a video to Nelly. It was of the wife totally wasted, doing a strip tease while stumbling all around. They kept trying to get Nelly involved in their strange bedroom activity. My partner told him she was not interested in that and marched out of the room.

One day I was cleaning the same old pictures, furniture, and floors I had done for years. This one photo always intrigued me. It was dark at one end of the photo. You could make out a person stretched out on a rug with the head turned. It just came to me one day; it was a photo of a man completely nude, yanking on his gherkin. I was in disbelief that it took us so many years to figure out what was in the photo. I would yell out once again to the employee working with me that day. They were not surprised; however, they were appalled it was hanging on the living room wall. You should put that kind of photo in an office or bedroom. On our next cleaning, the picture was gone. Did they have a camera installed in their home? Why was it removed after all these years? After that, this couple kept thanking us for tolerating their paraphernalia lying around the home. He wrote and always said my partner would write some tell-all book someday. He based this on our astrological charts.

Jimmy was extremely intelligent; nevertheless, he could never settle into one thing. I believe it kept things interesting for them. Every visit into their home, there was something new to keep the excitement or create more drama in their troubled, boring lives. Once he made up this story about Kim passing out. When she came to, her name changed. She wanted to be called Doris. Nelly and I just chuckled whenever he would say anything about their lifestyle. Years later, as they aged, he fabricated a story of how I was depressing him, trying to get them to change their lives. They occupied a three-story home with so much stuff they had accumulated over the years. We just did not want to become the answer to old age. Jimmy began drinking heavily. By the time we entered the home around noon, he would reek of alcohol and be slurring his words like common, everyday street bum. He threatened to kill himself. I made Nelly contact his wife. She was a well-known psychiatrist in the area. Nelly and I never understood why she did not recognize the signs or do anything about the situation.

We were just two cleaning ladies trying to do our job. One day I arrived at their home after they had been on vacation for two weeks. I pulled up in front of the house and got out of my car. Their house was located on a busy street in Clintonville. Before I could even step out of the vehicle, he approached me on the driver’s side. He asked me as I got out of my car, Could you please follow me over to my mechanic. I am having a problem with the window. It needs to be worked on, and Doris was unable to drive me. That day just went to shit. I made some comment about starting these chores for people, because with wealthy people, they would never end. They always thought they did not have to do things for common people and we had to do things for them. They were always so used to getting their own way. You always owed them something. I made the mistake of saying something about how I hated when this stuff got started, because it would never end. This man went off. We always knew he had a temper. He began screaming at me outside in front of his house. Just leave, he told me. We have been out of town two weeks. The house is clean. You can do this for us. He stomped toward his front door. He yelled, "I will pay you, but I want you