I used to peep through the keyhole, when dad was out on the road, just to see a little flash of your thigh or something. I never really got to see muc..., but it always gave me a hard-on, anyhow." And I never suspected," Angela said, taking his hand. "If I had, maybe I would have put on a real show for you. I guess I have a strong exhibitionistic streak; I'm proud of my body and the things it can do for me and for others, so I like to show it off."Her plush thigh kept brushing his as she led him. Plain as day to her, Mrs. Anderson would never know they were there.Once more, she froze with pounding heart. Mrs. Anderson had joined her in the kitchen! She knew about the flask in the desk, but it somehow seemed so wrong to see the woman take a bottle of vodka out of the Frigidaire. Next came something called Vermouth.Using an elegant inverted conical glass, Mona watched her teacher prepare herself a cocktail. From the movies, she knew it was something called a Martini. The woman added a. Jake reached for the immense iron knocker and swung it down producing a deep echoing sound that seemed as though it would wake the dead. Before the echo had died away he produced a second wave of sound. A minute later there was the screech of a bolts being withdrawn, then the latch clicked and the door swung ponderously open.“Ah, the cavalry’s arrived.” said an instantly recognised figure.“Mary Kelly! What on earth are you doing here? And would you please lower that pistol, those things can go. After his trial period as the new girl, things settled down.The rest of the time was very humdrum for Heather. He eventually worked hisway up to collecting the soiled laundry and making beds. The one savinggrace was the girls he was working with. At first, they were leery of thegringa woman working as a maid, but Heather won them over by her hard workand willingness to take on the dirtiest of the jobs. Without any complaint.During the two weeks as a housekeeper, Heather picked up a little.