Christine Prody OJ Simpson NEWS

The mother of O.J. Simpson’s girlfriend Christie Prody said her daughter is not the type of girl who fools around with the household help.

Defending her 32-year-old daughter against reports that Simpson went ballistic when he learned that Prody supposedly had slept with his gardener, Cathy Bellmore, 54, told the Daily News, “No, that isn’t her. That’s not in her character. She’s never cheated on a boyfriend before.”

The gardener’s wife, Marlene Gonzalez, disagrees.

She has said Simpson showed up at their Miami home on July29, raving about how Prody and her husband, Janos Gonzalez, had had sex earlier that day.

She said she gave the football great the brushoff, but when Simpson saw her husband, Simpson went into a rage and threatened to kill him.

Police came to the home, but no charges were filed, she said.

Bellmore, of Tampa Bay, told The News that Prody and Simpson met in Los Angeles after she waved to him from her car shortly after the shocking murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her pal Ron Goldman.

“He walked up to the car, and they exchanged numbers,” said Bellmore. Prody was 21 at the time.

She said Simpson is only the second boyfriend Prody has had.

Before the Heisman Trophy winner, Prody dated a boy for about three years until graduating from high school in suburban Minneapolis, Bellmore said.

“Christie was always a very shy, quiet girl. She gave me absolutely no trouble whatever,” Bellmore said. Mom said it’s heartbreaking to see her daughter caught up in the latest Simpson melodrama.

“She’s a great person who’s involved in a messy situation,” said Bellmore.

Asked why her daughter doesn’t split from Simpson, Bellmore said, “There’s reasons. I just can’t get into it.”

Asked if it was love that kept Prody tied to him, Bellmore said, “I don’t know what it is anymore.”

O.J. SIMPSON’s girlfriend CHRISTIE PRODY was spotted leaving the house in Miami on Wednesday night where she told ET, when asked about O.J., “I just hope what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” and that “this is really unfair.”

In 1994, Ron Goldman and Nicole Brown Simpson were brutally murdered at her home in Brentwood, California. O.J. Simpson was tried for the crime in a case that captured the attention of the American people, but was ultimately found not guilty of criminal charges. The victims’ families brought civil cases against Simpson, and he was found liable for willfully and wrongfully causing the deaths of Ron and Nicole by committing battery with malice and oppression.

In 2006, HarperCollins announced the publication of a book in which O.J. Simpson told how he hypothetically would have committed the murders. In response to public outrage that Simpson stood to profit from these crimes, HarperCollins canceled the book. A Florida bankruptcy court awarded the rights to the Goldmans in August 2007 to partially satisfy the unpaid civil judgment, which has risen, with interest, to over $38 million.

The Goldman family views this book as his confession, and has worked hard to ensure that the public will read this book and learn the truth. This is the original manuscript approved by O.J. Simpson, with up to 14,000 words of key additional commentary.

September 22, 2007 — FOR a guy who owes $33 million, O.J. Simpson ain’t doing that bad. He lives in a five-bedroom ranch with the obligatory in-ground pool surrounded by 12-foot-high hedges on a lush two acres.

The house is in the neighborhood of Kendall, one of Miami’s ritziest.

OK, it’s not his old pad in Brentwood, but the old Juice is hardly living on food stamps.

His girlfriend, Christie Prody, drives him around in an elegant, cream Mitsubishi convertible.

This morning, he put up posters on his driveway palm trees reading: “Private property. No trespassers.”

Life goes on - dinner at the Prime 112, the Forge Steak House and the recently opened DeVito’s in South Beach.

But The Office, promoted by Tommy Pouch, formally of Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, doesn’t lay out the welcome mat for Simpson.

“We don’t let him in this club,” Pouch said.

Like the bad old days in Brentwood, his new place has suddenly become the mecca for every wacko this side of the Mason-Dixon line.

But, again, life goes on.

Thirty-three million clams in the hole, and he lives better than you and I ever will.

Could you imagine owing $33 million to the boys downtown? That would get you a studio apartment in Campbell’s funeral home.

Christine Prody, O.J. Simpson’s girlfriend, right, arrives at the airport in Fort Lauderdale, Fla., Thursday, Sept. 20, 2007.

They sat in their lawn chairs, waiting.

All day. Since first thing in the morning, some said.

Nothing. Nada. Zip. Not a glimpse of The Juice, who arrived at his Kendall home after midnight Thursday following a four-hour flight from Las Vegas.

Sure, there were the rumors. O.J. had checked into the Seminole Hard Rock. He was playing a round of golf. He had slipped out of his house and was having lunch at a Kendall restaurant.

But no O.J. sightings at Simpson’s $1 million Kendall spread — to the chagrin of waiting reporters.

There was, however, the long-time girlfriend. As Christie Prody drove down the driveway — leaving, returning, leaving, returning — she always smiled into the cameras and the lights to let them know O.J. was just fine.

”People need to know that he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Prody added, before someone in the house yelled for the writers and photographers to leave her alone.

Outside O.J.’s home were journalists from Entertainment Tonight, Fox News, Associated Press, local television stations, paparazzi photographers and one high school TV station.

Some said they’d been entrenched since 8 a.m.; all said they didn’t know how long they would stay.

They are there, of course, to cover Simpson, the former football star charged with kidnapping, robbery with use of a deadly weapon, burglary while in possession of a deadly weapon, coercion with use of a deadly weapon, assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit kidnapping, conspiracy to commit robbery and conspiracy to commit a crime. He has not entered a plea.

The media crush was not fun for neighbors.

On the two-lane road past his house, traffic slowed to a crawl. A pickup truck and a minivan had a fender bender just at rush hour.

Someone posted ”No Trespassing” signs at the driveway’s entrance.

No one left.