But I want your respect from the beginning. I stressed that tothe girls as well. A simple indictor like how you address us, shows alot. They gave you ...their requirements. Mine is similar. You are torefer to me as Ms. Giles until told otherwise. You are not to bechatty, I expect you to work quietly and efficiently. A nod of thehead, or simple bow will do for entering or leaving a room. A curtseyis a little too much. If you have a question, move in front of me, withyour head down. I'll give you. I promise it won't go any further and I won't even tell Ken."Eventually the story came out and I showed her the pictures including the ones of his sore arse. "You love him don't you?" she observed when I finished and we sat with a glass of wine. Although I hadn't put it that way, in my mind I knew she was right. "Give him a little while and if you get no response and you still feel the same way about him, scheme a way of talking to him again and see where it leads."Work seemed a tiresome bore. I poured her a glass of wine " rummy or whist" "Whist but what are we playing for, and do not say clothes" "Well not money either" "I know we do not know much about each other as I have only worked with you for about three months, who ever wins can ask questions of the other one during the next hand" "Okay" "Oh and by the way no sexual questions from you" "What about from you?" "Cheeky". I won the first hand, and started asking the questions. "Your partner Pete where did. I started paying more attention to her. Then unbeknownst to her mother I started monitoring her. I bought Jessica a cell phone with a GPS chip in it. I put a program in her computer that allowed me to see what she was doing from my office or from my computer at home. I even monitored her phone calls.It was just a couple of weeks later that I intercepted a plot for her to slip out of the house on a school night, to meet with some boys, and that there would be drinking involved.I waited patiently.