In the next few minutes we finished the bowl without speaking another word and drank our tea. I took the empty utensils in the kitchen and placed them...in the sink. As I came out I saw her still standing in the same place, she refused to sit on the sofa saying she didn’t want to get the couch all wet nor did she want to change. The room was still and quiet, all I could hear was the thundering of the clouds out in the sky. She stood in one corner of the room and me in the other. Occasionally, she. She accepted. However before she came in, she insisted on taking off her boots so as to not dirty the carpeting. I got an immediate hard-on. As she stood there taking off her boots, not the bad weather kind but rather a kind of dressy pair, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had dark-colored, nude toe stockings on, rather than socks. I get very turned on by women wearing nylons and blue jeans. We then proceeded to sit down in the den.Rather than tuck her feet under her as many women do,. ...... One day the male staff were called into the catering managers office to be informed that the second chef had been fired for the persistent sexual harassment of a waitress, and that we'd all be given our marching orders if this sort of behavior didn't stop, adding, as a joke, "if you feel the need to touch an arse, do it amongst yourselves lads". And so it became a running joke, every time you'd bump into a male colleague you'd squeeze their arse or cup their genitals and there'd be talk. Roommate..." He spoke softly. Uncertain. He had come here, fullyexpecting to be murdered. He didn't understand the turn that things hadtaken, but he recognized that his worst fears weren't being realized. Heknew that should have made him feel happy, but he only felt an emptinessthat stretched out endlessly before him."Drink the vial." The girl was smiling again. "Or I'll force it down yourthroat."He stared down at the glass vial for a moment. The liquid in it was clearas water. When he decanted.