He watched as some of the women stole glances at them. His eyes met with those of the girl. One of the women in the front of the group stopped for a m...ment. The girl not realizing this banged into the women in front and stumbled and fell. As he rushed to help her, he could hear the women calling to her,"Radha, you should have watch where you are going".He helped her saddle her pot back. Some how he wasn't able to make contact with her eyes.While he walked back to where his nephew was, he. But I was not concerned with his opinion. I looked through my notes some more as we continued driving. Up until the 1940's the house was a brothel, and it seemed quite a popular one. It seemed like people had come here for there ladies from all over the area. Naturally, I suppose, they attracted their fair share of bad company. But it was not the nature of the house, or it's former inhabitants that interested me, but rather who, or what, now haunted it's interior.My research had led me to one. Put on pretty kickers and a bra (if a Wednesday or Friday) but no knickers on a Monday and text Owner to advise what wearing11. Dress for the day (feminine clothes always to be worn unless a suit is required - extremely rare)12. Shower and apply make-up13. Get ready for work, remove leather collar and cuffs but keep metal day collar in place and commence work either at home or head into office14. Work during day and respond to and comply with any of Owners instructions15. When working from home. A month later James went over again and collected his puppy. He and Jenny had spent ages deciding on a name. Edward had always called his Labradors after mountains and Richard his after birds. Jenny did not agree that James had necessarily to do the same."Well, I'm not calling her Lassie," said James."Oh, what a shame!" giggled Jenny.James glared at her and then snorted with laughter himself. "You're being no help," he said."No, dear." And now you sound like Gran." Yes, dear." One of these.