"No one said anything after that.We sat for a little while, finishing our drinks. Joe glanced up at theclock. "Hey, the first shift's gonna start arri...ing in a couple ofminutes," he announced."Need some help setting up?" I offered.Joe looked at me, one corner of his mouth rising. "Think you canhandle it so fast?" he asked. "You just walked in a little while ago." Please, it's the least I can do after you've spent a generous helpingof Glenmorringie and so much of your valuable time with a young. We were never here." As if I could just forget the past few days and not wonder why. And yet even now I can feel my memory fading. The thoughts stripped from my brain, like weeds in a gardener's dirt crusted hand. Then the white light takes a shape... a shape that I now understand, but doubt I will until the next Halloween. When it will all start again. Now the bright, white shape increases in intensity, the only thing my confused mind can concentrate as it burns itself into my mind in place of. The couple who owned the house never went out or even walk down to the first two floors. They were quite happy to stay on the third floor. Margaret would carry their meals up the stairs. The owners had asked Margaret to check to see if the new woman was doing her cleaning job well. Margaret only had praise for Tiffany and the owners were happy.One day, the two servants were doing the dishes once again when Margaret dropped a spoon on the floor. Both women suddenly squatted to pick up the spoon. And then he spoke in a deep guttural whisper. ' Don't you fucking move or I will call in my two friends in the garden. They're just outside the window. One shout for me and your cunt is going to be theirs. And don't you fucking think for a second that I won't do it.” I nodded then lay still. Lying flat on top of me his thrusts became quicker as he bit into my neck, then my back causing a sharp pain and then tugged my hair with his teeth. My compliance escalated his lust. He was really turned.