Giving her pleasure was fine, but if she wanted to play, I wanted her to join me on the bed.Rebeca stayed snuggled up against me until Zara brought di...ner out. I tied her hair back before taking her chew toy away and setting it next to her plate. We had found out quickly it was the easiest way to get her to eat and stay put between courses. If she couldn’t see it, she would start looking for something else to put in her mouth once she cleaned her plate.I noticed Rebeca acting more friendly. And if they fired me over that, I would hardly experience a reduction in income if I took on a stint waiting tables.After she'd fled, Miriam and I had by unspoken agreement given up the sad pretense of gift-giving. But really, I did want to take her something if I was going out there. I sat paralyzed for half an hour thinking of what stupid piece of shit I could possibly go out and buy her. As if my small funds could possibly buy her something meaningful. I knew what she might possibly. These parties were quite innocent and mainly used for the wives to get to know each other. The men worked with one another at the camp but the wives, few of whom spoke German looked to each other for socialising and of course baby sitting.It was at one of these parties that I met Meg; she was the wife of a workmate and was absolutely stunning. She was an Anglo- Indian, about five feet six tall, slim with a beautiful figure though small breasted, a B cup I guessed. One would never have guessed. The place was abuzz, and I only realized it was lunch time because my stomach was growling. A look at the clock left me a little confused, so I buzzed Holly and asked, "Did I miss whoever was taking the lunch orders?" No, you didn't miss him."Assuming that everyone must be too busy to think about organizing a lunch order, I decided to call for something. I was just reaching for the phone when the door opened."Lunch is served," Holly said as she walked in the room carrying a plate."What's this?".