"Hi there fella! Any body sittin here?" asked a man in a whisper standing besides me."Nnnn...No" I stammered."Can I sit here then?" Sure, if you want ...o." The initial fright had worn off. I could see the man was probably in his early fifties, he had short hair, balding and a slight paunch out front. He seemed kind and friendly so I wasn't scared. "The name is Bill. What's yours?" he asked."Jay." I replied."Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell." Bill was a very upfront. It wasn't awful but it certainly wasn't as good as my dinner the night before. Still I preferred it to eating with Ellie again. I had expected her to call, if for nothing more than to recover her red tee shirt. I didn't burn it or put lipstick stains on it but I should have.Wilson could have somehow arranged the UN press pass, but they had me get it from Ellie. I knew he had to have a reason, probably because the whole thing was different. Wilson was involved and Swamp Dog was using a real. There will be a job for you to do at Mrs. Howell's house onWednesday afternoon. Your general chores list may have to be rearrangedto fit it in. It will be a rough job, not very pleasant, but within yourduties as a maid and good practice for some of the jobs you will have todo when we move house. You are to be there at two o'clock and as you willhave to walk, you had better leave here at 1.30. Go to her side door, nother front door and then take your instructions from her."She paused for a. ? Sophia felt her resolve stiffen at this thought. It was bad enough being naked in front of him, but this was taking things too far. ?No,? she said with a false courage, tossing her hair back.?No?? he questioned, smiling at her for the first time. ?So we’ve decided to be rebellious, have we?? He chuckled. ?I don’t believe you have the luxury of no. And you know that, don’t you??She felt her courage failing, but was determined to stand her ground. ?You can’t do this. You can’t make me..