I was a little orphan girl growing up as a servant in a rich landlord's family. I had been abandoned as an infant on his doorstep.His son Bhatt was 5 ...ears old, his daughter Swapna was 3 years old. She had the best things that money could buy. I got her hand me downs, broken toys, ate leftovers and slept in a small room in the basement. I did odd jobs around the house and got additional tasks as I grew older. Though I was sent to school until the 10th grade, I was being well trained to be a. ’‘Sam, we need to talk, right now.’‘About what? Can't it wait until later?’‘No, we have to talk now, Sam, before you see Areeya tonight.’She started to look worried, catching the look on my face. ‘Er, OK, let's talk on board.’We walked onto the boat and sat down at the table.‘Sam, I want some honest answers, what’s your relationship with Tony?’Her face went blank, ‘Tony? Tony who?’‘Sam, don't treat me like a fool, you know perfectly well who. Tony, thejournalist who wrote the stories about. I could almost see to the top of her legs but not quite, I was desparate for her to move slightly,to increase the width between her kness to expose her legs further and confirm my fantisy that she did indeed wear stockings and suspenders. As I carried on working glancing every second or so at Vickys nylon clad legs she said "can you see ok down there" Wow - I thought, if only you knew what my reply would love to be. She then added that the desk top computer may be blocking my light. I wasted no. A girl can never have too many compliments right? My downfall began when he asked if I wanted to read an erotic story he had written and, not wanting to sound like a prude, I said, ‘Only if it’s ‘good”. I tucked it into my purse and mumbled something witty as I went across the hall to my appointment. Later that evening I remembered the story and figured, let’s see how good a writer he is. Maybe he knows the difference between too, two and to. I could only hope. I poured myself a glass of wine.