Ann walked into the building manager's office and presented herself toBecky."Hello! So we meet again," said Ann. "The employment office sent me over.I...m to be your assistant." Yes, they told me. That's great. I'm glad you got the job. I just know we'll get along fine," said Becky. She took Ann aside and began explaining the responsibilities of the job to her."Your main job will be to rent vacant condominiums to prospective tenants.You'll meet many different people everyday. You'll find it. Make it clear that I know exactly what he’s doing and that it’s absolutely fine by me. If it’s one of the less attractive, geeky types I will probably gaze coolly at him and smirk, so that he gets sheepish and looks away. Or I might decide to embarrass the poor guy by calling out across the room that I’d like him to stop fucking letching at me. Cue loud eruption of general sniggering and catcalls at the expense of the suitably mortified offender. I have a definite cruel streak and so I quite. It was a horrible paper, but it was almost the only one still publishing that didn’t blatantly kowtow to the government. The majority of the paper was sport, and most of that was premier league football: Manchester United had avoided relegation by the skin of its teeth, and Sheffield Wednesday had just been promoted to the Premier league for the first time in a lot of years.He ordered a second coffee about half an hour later, and sat and read, and occasionally looked out of the window. At no. I was up early the next morning to meet Joe on his boat. His face lit up when he saw me. We walked to my little hut and had a cold drink which he had brought with him. We chatted for ages, it was just so wonderful to have him all to myself.He had everything that I had ordered, he even had more than one of some of the items. Maria and Joe were my saviours of that there was no doubt. Later that day a messenger came into my hut. The village chief wanted to talk to us.Again he was very friendly and.