He took her foot and brought it up to his face and the tweezers to her foot. “Eek!” she cried, pulling her foot back and scrunching her eyes clos...d. “Stop now,” Michael said laughing and pulled her foot back to him. With perfect care and tenderness that you would never expect from a 6’4" drunk man, he managed to get the glass out without hurting her at all. He cleaned it with peroxide, tickling her only once, and then covered it with the band-aide. “This only needs one thing and you are all. ” “Anna mind your business, this has nothing to do with you.” We both got dressed and left. She called my mother, who was less than thrilled with what she had heard from Anna. Then last month, I begged my mother to let me have a party. I wanted to invite about 15 kids over. My mother said we could order pizza and she'd have sushi hand rolled and brought to the house. She'd hire a bartender to make us smoothies and non-alcoholic drinks. The bartender would be upstairs in the kitchen and not. After I gave him refuge on the night of his Birthday, he eventually wheedled out of me what had happened and that seemed to give him the courage to start confiding in me. First, if he passed through the car park when I was cleaning the car, he would hang around, just making conversation. Then he began dropping-in on me in the apartment whenever he could – often late in the evening on his way home from a night out. It was all quite platonic and ‘proper’ and I gave him coffee and we talked about. We always had a deep respect for the boss not only was he a very large biker but a really nice yet very forward guy who often looked in on the wife getting work done and would say things like "thats it you do everything the artist says and well look after you "the wife would tell me that there was something about him that she couldn't put into words but she said it felt like she was his property {like a bikers slut} because he was the boss and he would perve on her whilst getting work done she.