He was definitely a Chauffer. He was wearing the local dress that is “SHALWAR KAMEEZ”, he must have been in mid-30’s with a very muscular and ha...d body full of hair. I could tell that after seeing his shave his hairy chest which was covered in jet black thick hair till the neck and his arms which were also covered in hair.So this guy looked at me once then twice and then for the third time I caught him starting at my chest or in other words my nipples. To cover up he said in local language. She had to walk past the stairs and so I climbed up one or two steps and settled down. My heart was racing as I heard her anklets past me. Mom then switched on the light of the space neat the toilet, and I leaned over the stairs to watch her, she was tugging her saree again, I guessed it was falling from her as it was worn for the sake of wearing.And in a flash she was inside the toilet and back again. A lot of thoughts on how uncle would have enjoyed her were going through to mind. Mom has a. ‘Uhm, yeah … which one?’ ‘One of ’em…’ he reached for the card to pull it over and look at the postdate on it.’ The one I’m lookin’ at was postdated ’bout three weeks ago. But…. I’ve gotten ’em all…. ’bout every three months ‘r so.’ There was a long silence as he drew his thumb nail over the worn surface of the table, smoothing his fingers over it. ‘….How are you? I’m not disruptin’ yer work am I?’ he suddenly asked, remembering he’d called the office. ‘I kin call back later….’ Teresa sat there. "Hi, I'm Joanne." Are you nervous?" Yes, a little bit." Don't be nervous. There is nothing to worry about here. I'm a niceperson, you can trust me when I tell you that." Joanne visibly relaxed."Do you know why you are here?" Yes...": then she thought again, why was she here? Was she here to helpher father? Was she here to fix the relationship between herself and herfather? "I'm here to sort of support my dad." Yes, I suppose that is very true. But before that I need to knowsomething.