I really felt bad for this girl. Then later i came to know that she has even attended school till 10th and that too in english medium. Man that really...made me ask her a new set of questions. As time passed, we became very close friends, i stopped treating her like an house helper and simply treated her just like my friend. I even bought her books for further studies. She studied them once in a while. Actually, she studied when i used to study. And she might not even guess that why i was making. I stand by those choices and I don't regret any decision of importance in my life. I've been instilled with a respect for authority that permeates my being. My father being military had much to do with that. Succeeding is important to me and I have been thinking lately that I am more self-disciplined than I thought. I am serious and thoughtful. I do well at school and I like to think 'my head is screwed on straight'.And yet I am considered to be kinky. Or at least 'my thoughts and desires' are.. You have a good day.”Once she ended the call she turned to me with the faintest trace of a smile on her attractive face.“Yes?” was all she said.“Um, ah” I stammered as I collected myself. “I spoke to you before on the phone, I believe” for I had recognized her imperious voice from our earlier call. “My name is Will Kirk and I’m here about the opening for the server position” I told her while holding out my resume.“We did and you’re right on time. Very good start” she replied as she took the. ”“I like your work I saw your last exhibition. I liked it very much. You do interesting things with soft colors.”Her name was Jennette. No, she wasn’t an artist, she said, although she dabbled. Just an admirer. We had a nice conversation weaving in and out of the one about erotic writings and art. I liked her. In fact, I liked her quite a bit. Had Summer not been there, I might have asked her out. I think she liked me too, seeing as how she gave me her number before she left.“For when you have.