He figured she was blackmailing someone and kept the proof there, in that little locked box. That Monday, Mrs. Enunzio appeared before his window at 9...01am. He saw her enter the bank and tried to reach for his keys before she could say in that God awful voice, that voice that haunted him in his sleep, ‘I needa to opena my box.’ Yet, quicker with her feet and quicker still with her words than he was with his keys, she appeared before his window. ‘I needa to opena my box,’ she said. Her voice. She was, as I say a tall girl, 5ft 10” or so and weighed around 17stones with huge boobs and a large stomach that strained against her red silk shirt. Her checked skirt reached just below the knee, showing off her thick calves that were clad in black seamed stockings, and her 4” heels added to her height, even in my 5” heels we must have looked an odd pair.Five minutes later I was unlocking the front door, Neelix the cat hurried out past us, I guided Fiona to the living room, “ Let me get the. “I’ve been told there’s nothing in that valley but a collection of peons and hovels, and damned few of them. How could one old man hide away in such sparse surroundings?”“Pretty effectively, when the local people won’t talk,” Ms. Foster said. “Those ‘peons’ as you call them are rural and perhaps provincial, and by nature are suspicious of strangers. So when it comes to one of their own, they keep quiet. And I suspect that very few of the local people know where he’s staying. I hardly need to. I said no and tried to get out, wen i opened the door 4 people watching this scene from door crack and many people are staring at me and laughing at me.I felt very much insult but that 4 men not giving me way to go out. Then i again went in room and locked the door. I sat on bed and started crying. Mujahid came near me and said inside this room only i m there to fuck you, if you allow me to fuck then i ll protect you from outsider otherwise all ll come inside and rape you please cooperate.I was.