‘Jack?’ I say, as I open the door, ‘What…?’ But before I can finish, Jack says, ‘Hey, Rosie, can I come in?’, his voice very husky as h... steps through the doorway. He looks me up and down from head to toe and at that moment I realize that I only have a towel on. I blush, gripping the towel closer, feeling a bit self-conscience. Jack looks at me, but doesn’t laugh. ‘Nice, very nice’ He says staring at me. ‘Whoa is it hot in here!’ Or is it you? I say to myself. Boy, oh boy, he was looking. I finished clearing up and took it all home, later in the evening I bought the box inside and opened it up, surprised i found granddads porn videos from the early 90's, all looked to be pretty standard stuff of the time. But in the bottom of the box were 3 video tapes that had nothing on them, I took one over and put it in the video machine and pressed play. The tape was blank to start with and then it came on showing the lounge floor in my grandparents home, I could hear granddad talking from. ” Will’s voice was exasperated, but also a bit amused.“People have been trying to figure out Quinn’s people for centuries. The secret is that they aren’t one people. They just look alike. I’m aware of three different ... I’m not sure what to call them.”“Factions?” Will asked.“That’s not really accurate, but we’ll go with it,” Jack continued. “They all have somewhat similar views on serving people, so from the outside it’s hard to tell there are differences, but they have very different criteria. I never made any problem for them and use to go to my office and return at 7:00 in the evening. I have just seen those people very rarely.They were very happy about me and liked my routine and manners, and after about two months I came to know from the owner that he had got a very good job in USA and he is moving there soon, but they have not allowed him to take his family with him. So he departed after a few days and life was normal as usual for me, one day the wife of the owner called me.