His tone is soft as he speaks to her always watching her it seems. She walks to the bathroom hopelessly moving inside. It is then she notices there is...no handle on the door. No way to seal it from his eyes or his actions. With a whimper she moves to the toilet sitting down on the cold seat there. He says nothing but when she peaks up she can see his eyes on her. He watches as she sits there waiting for her to do as he instructed. He moves in from the stairs to the doorway watching her up. Deciding to keep his bra on, he sat on the bed and tried to get hispants on. This was proving to be much harder than he thought. Hediscovered that not only did his arms and legs have arthritis, but sodid his back. Even though he was already stooped over he just couldn'tmanage to get his pants low enough to get them under his feet. After acouple minutes of trying Jason decided it must be easier to put on adress. He went over to the closet to pick one out. He really didn'tcare, and like the. I pulled up my shirt and showed him my chest and stomach. Looking, Bill asked can I touch your stomach. I thought it was weird, but said OK. His hand was soft and smooth. He slid across my stomach, then up my chest. I started getting a strange feeling as he moved his hand over my chest and circled my right nipple. Moving down slowly he stopped at my waist. Resting his hand on my leg for a few minutes he asked if he could ask a personal question. Not thinking about it I said OK. Bill asked, do. I’ve decided to hire you. I want to put your experience to the best use.’ That was my introduction to Wilson’s World Wide Tours. For half a year, I worked under his tutelage and the man was a marvel at reading people and in anticipating market trends. ‘You once told me that you follow instructions,’ he commented one morning after calling me into his office. ‘Yes sir, I do.’ ‘Good,’ he said handing me a thick brown folder. ‘Tickets, passport, travel money, instructions and a file on Shen Yee are.