"Jennifer come here I want you to meet someone." Jennifer, this is Ms. Abercombie." The woman was about eight years older than me."Hi," I said."Ms. Ab...rcombie has come a great distance to talk to you," my dad informed me. "She was the one I talked to about your inquires about Stella." You are kind of young to be in the business you're in," I said not very politely."JENNIFER!!!" my mom was almost screaming."I understand Jennifer's feelings," said Ms. Abercombie."How can you understand what I am. She considered that a cruel trick. Her husband received a paltry pension, not enough to support two so she had to work. Her education and skills were limited. Although there are no castes in Punjab, there certainly are classes like in the Western world. So the wealthy hired the poor to be servants. With no legal protections, in fact they were almost slaves.She obtained a housekeeping job for a wealthy older man and his son. It seemed to be going well the first week then he made a request that. He lay beside her and kissed her full on the mouth before picking up a strawberry and putting it to her lips, she opened her mouth and gently bit into it, savouring the juices as she squeezed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She took the rest of it into her mouth and the strawberry juices ran down her chin. He leaned forward and licked her chin then put his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it greedily. She pushed him away and laughed, picking up the fruit, she placed. How did you get those circular burns around your wrists anyway?I did not satisfy her curiosity. I did not need the nurses bumping gums with my story all over the hospital. I had a sudden thought about Miss Goldman. Was she alive? If so, was she badly burned? I decided to ask without giving anything away. "Was there anyone else in the house when it burned down? I mean, were there any other survivors?" In an abandoned house? Why would someone be in an abandoned house? Only a bum would be in an.