“Well, if it isn’t the boyfriend,” the girl said in a slurred voice. “I’ll be sure to tell Meredith you called when she’s done partying wi...h my boys.”“Leah,” Brock hissed. “Did she tell you about me? About my past?”“Oh, yeah,” Merie’s sister replied. “I know all about Mr. Football -- and the other stuff, too.”“Then you know what’s going to happen when I find you and your friends,” he said. “If you hurt her in any way, I’ll put you in the ground. If you don’t think I will, there’s a grieving. Her bright red lipstick was expertly applied and her eyes were made more dramatic by skillful mascara lines. Somehow she managed to nip between the tables in spite of the fact that she was wearing shoes with a dangerously high heel. She seemed the perfect image of a dutiful, attentive, maid servant.Our job was to make sure that the food from the kitchens reached the side boards in the dining room and that dirty plates and dishes were removed as quickly as possible. That kept us running up and. Reaching out with his right hand he cupped by jaw and tilted my head back until I was looking into his eyes. I struggled briefly then gave up knowing that I was no match for him physically and with me slowly losing more and more of the boss's favour, I could no longer bully and threaten Haga with that. Now all I could do was to suffer the indignity of him touching me while hoping that his fear - or respect - for the boss would prevent him from going too far. As we stood there in silence, he. Now Claire had a completely different approach to things. You must remember that I am a true voyeur and made it my business to notice every little detail of Claire's comings and goings, when the curtains opened, who is in when it happens, when she did the laundry and everything else, that gave a little snippet of information to satisfy my perverted mind.As I said, these houses were built on top of each other, so I could see into their downstairs windows from our upstairs the same as they could.