"They were married just a shot time after your departure." He answered. "Shit, So how am I supposed to get closer to her in this body?" She asked. "...'ve read the newspaper from your home town and it would appear that Shelly is requesting the services of a domestic." The man replied "A what?" Marcy asked "A maid." He answered. "Oh I see what your saying, She wouldn't allow me anywhere near her where she would let her work as a maid any day." She replied with a smile on her face as she pointed. "It's why you're here afterall. Now... get back to work, and don't bother me unless it's somethingimportant."She smiles broadly and leans in so her lips are nearly touching my ear,"I mean it's not like you have to go pee-pee now is it?"I start and turn to look at her, and she laughs. Reaching round me shepicks up my water bottle and carefully pours some of it into a glassbefore my eyes. Which does not help... and I squirm harder. She takes andexaggeratedly dainty sip, then pulls a face. "Oh my. Oh no I can’t let him do that she said all flustered. I know I said, why don’t you open the van door and let him get a proper look? This was perfect I thought. Now a stranger gets to view the bitch too. Open the door Mrs Brooking I said, go on its fine, I’m here, your safe. With that she reached for the door handle and the door swung open allowing the stranger a much better view of this woman’s stocking legs. The guy looked a little nervous so to break the ice I said let’s pick up where we left. What do you intend to achieve with a blasted knife, man?”“Clever, are you? Clever enough to get another stab in your body?” he accused as he stumbled towards Reg, ignoring the groaning, bleeding man on the floor. Reg braced himself for what was coming, forgetting all about Jessica.Jessica, for her part, had determined what she should do to protect her man. She geared up her plan, and intervened.“Excuse me sir? Could you help me find my way?”As the now confused drunk swung round towards.