The day had been uneventful and I was stretched out on the sofa with a glass of red wine when he shuffled into the lounge. "Hey, Joey!" I said, cringi...g internally at how artificially chirpy my voice sounded. He just smiled as he took a seat and blankly stared at the TV screen. My satin pyjamas suddenly seemed like a bad idea. The thin cami straps barely held up my breasts and the shorts had ridden up to show a more than decent amount of my thighs. I tried to shift discretely but the sound. It used to be a clothing factory and there were all these old industrial sewing machines that we needed to de-install and take to the metal yard to scrap. He said a delivery was coming and he wanted to leave me there so I could sign for the materials. I could start taking the sewing machines apart and piling the parts next to the door while I waited. Lenny and I could load them in the truck later. Then he handed me my first paycheck. It had not calculated what I would make in a week because I. He was eighteen, the same age as Georgia, but he held himself with the confidence of a much older man. He walked with…well, with a swagger. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black jacket, made of faux leather, which he refused to take off all through dinner.Georgia couldn’t keep her eyes off him—she was clearly besotted…and, honestly, I could see why. He was exactly the kind of “bad boy” I would have been keen on when I was her age. He never broke eye-contact—in fact, he spent most of the meal. She was asleep on her front, that was a good start and there was just enough light coming through the curtains for me to see by. The omens looked good. Her front door was easy to open, no bolts or chain, when will they ever learn. Trying not to wake her prematurely I pulled her bedclothes back and out of the way. Gently I took hold of one of her wrists I snapped on the cuffs, she stirred slightly but didn't wake. I was almost there and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Taking a firm.