Dawes would continue to regard her with suspicion, I expected, so I did not want to be tainted by appearing too concerned for her.It was the next day,...late morning, before I spotted Miss Frobisher headed out to the back garden. I followed her, and when at last she realised I was there, she rounded on me.“What do you want, Jeeves? I have enough troubles from Mr. Dawes without being followed by his butler.”I made sure she saw me examining her intently before I spoke in a quiet voice. “Miss. He wasn't athletically built, but he was very bulky. He wore a weathered pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. A jean jacket completed his look, which was the typical attire of truckers. His facial hair was jet black and unkempt, probably grown out over several days. The trucker's facial features were plain, with a flat nose and a rounded jaw. His brown eyes were small and heavy, suggesting that he hadn't slept in a long time. "Now how are we going to do this?" the trucker asked with his thin lips. Now what?She returned to the first floor. She had seen the library, and she had been in the dining room, but that was all.If there is a place to eat food, there's a place to make it.The kitchen was much smaller than she had anticipated. There was barely enough space for her to move between the appliances. It was obviously a room not built for humans.Renee located the dishes the food was served on, and the cutlery as well.She found the sharp cutting knives.Her fingers itched to take one- just. She heard the door and turned to my side with her blouse and petticoat.Komal signalled about kavitha and I said I have locked them already. Komal smiled and turned to other side and started removing her blouse.Komal asked me her nighty.I went near her and held her waist and said let it be like this. Wear nighty after the shower.Komal: no deva we cannot stay too long. Kavitha might wake up.Me: I have locked the doors komal.Komal: she already informed me not to lock.Me: then Lets go to my room.