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"Uh umm," stammered Mr. Sheffield while scratching his head, "well here's the credit card." Then he quickly picked up the phone when he realized he had dropped it during that intense moment. 'NO! I can't think like that about my nanny like that! But she is so sexy in those tight little mini-skirts.'

"Oh well thanks," replied a stunned Fran smiling falsely. Absentmindedly, she grabbed the credit card. Meanwhile she couldn't stop thinking, 'Damnit! I HATE C.C.! I'll kill her!' Then she walked out of the office and purposely nudged C.C. and yelled right next to her, "TIME TO GO SHOPPING!" She could hear the stampeding of the two girls coming down the steps shouting. Still, there was not much enthusiasm in her voice now that she knows what almost happened, but didn't and wishes did. It would be hard for her that day, which she knew, but just how hard for her she didn't know.

As they were driving, Fran just absently gazed into space blocking out the sounds of the two girls fighting. "FRAAN! Maggie hit me!" shrieked Gracie. "Well she BIT me!" retorted Maggie; this started an endless quarrelling of "nuhuh's and yuhhu's." Fran finally came to and patiently raised her voice above theirs saying, "Angels, angels, please! Gracie, stop biting your sister you are far too old! Maggie, don't hit Gracie you know better! Oy!" There was finally silence in the limo until the unenviable question of "Fran, why are you so quiet? It's strange!" came from Gracie who was very mature for her age.

"Oy! Well aren't you guys just full of questions today? Well, if you must know, your fatha and I had a close encounter. Let's just say it did not end well," remarked Fran as she could still hear C.C. walking in with that stupid "Hello hello!" thing that she always does.

Back at the mansion:

'I wonder what Fran and the kids are doing, I wonder if she is trying on those sexy bathing suits she always buys for vacations or if she is thinking of me too,' thought Maxwell. "Don't you think so Maxwell?" asked C.C. not realizing that he wasn't paying attention. "I'm sorry, what was it that you were saying?" asked Maxwell.

"Honestly Maxwell! I don't feel like you are paying any attention to me at all!" said a slightly irritated C.C. Niles, fortunately enough, was in the room at the time to hear this and couldn't pass on the opportunity for a small comment.

"Well when was the last time you looked in the mirror, because there is one in the hallway if you hadn't noticed," Niles said smugly.

"Maxwell, are you going to let him talk to me like that?" asked C.C., although she was not really insulted by Niles' remark.

"To be honest, I'm far too distraught right now..." Max said as Niles interrupted.

"Sir, should I take out the trash for you?" Niles asked.

"Well it is your job!" said an exasperated Maxwell. "Very well then," Niles said as he pushed C.C. out the door, "I'm sorry sir, I couldn't get the load out side; she was far too heavy." Finally he had gotten a small smile out of Mr. Sheffield without Miss Fine's help!