In between some time, she pinned her Dupatta & brought her dupatta down and spread extending to my laps. After a while, I woke up when I felt a hand t...uching my thighs. I thought by mistake. I removed her hand twice and kept away. After some time, it came back again pressing my thighs. Then I understood the whole game – “I AM THE TARGET!” Great!! (Meanwhile the hand rest also was lifted up, making zero barrier in between us)I too being a naughty man, decided to take it rightly; (I quickly went. . .He asked me for a light with a voice as rough as gravel, I was half expecting a sultry woman's voice but was glad that it wasn't. Silently I struck a match and lit his cigarette and observed his drawback before returning to my mission of staring directly ahead. The same gravely voice told me I looked down on my luck. I held my ground, not flinching and staring ahead. He told me again. Right as I was trying my hardest to ignore this man, something snapped, and slowly turned to him and told my. Thursday morning I had to be at work at 5:30 am, with the store opening at 6 am. By 10 am I was getting pretty hungry, so I was just getting ready to leave when I heard my name being paged on the overhead speakers.That, by itself, was not unusual. They were always calling department managers to different areas to do overrides on damaged items, or help settle customer complaints.The only thing unusual about this page was I recognized the voice as belonging to the store manager, Dave. Dave could. PING!The sound of a new email message hitting her inbox roused Claire from her reverie and made her focus on the screen. She gawked at the sender: Beth Mansard. Claire's heart started to flutter and a wave of anxiety swept over her.Claire closed her eyes and prayed as she opened them again to read the email."Cheryl – or Claire, I should say; we have missed you so much. Your old associate Andre said you just vanished one day. We did a little search to no avail. I can't wait to see you again, and.