Two scullery maids and a chef busied themselves preparing a feast. Copper pots hung from the ceiling. The scent of something scrumptious filled the ai...r. Potatoes, beets, and turnips were piled high on a counter. The chef carefully removed a steaming blueberry pie from an oven. A scullery maid brushed melted butter, thyme, and sage on the crackling bronzed skin of a roasting turkey. The chef and maids paused to study the poor bedraggled creature standing beside Kathleen. The chocolates Charles. Naked, I got up and went to the bathroom. Crossing the hall I could hear people talking upstairs. Must be them. I closed the door, went about my business and then attempted to brush my teeth with some toothpaste and my finger, not effective but better than nothing. Oh fuck, my head thudded like a drum. I was really drunk last night. Half out of it I opened the door only to run into someone.“Oh shit! Sorry!” I freaked! It wasn’t Heather or Simon, it was some old guy! Then I hear through the. Thank you, Chantal’ The act of sending the note gave her the feeling she was finally taking control of her life. The next day work occupied her completely. She wanted to solve the problem for Richard yet she must do the best job possible for the company. She did not want her special feelings to interfere with her task. At the end of the day, he sent an e-mail asking if he could call her at home during the evening. She answered yes, thrilled she would be able to talk privately to him. She knew. That's when he sprang at me, latching his mouth onto my neck like a vampire and grabbed my head with his hand, holding me still.I struggled, trying to push him away and felt his free hand pushing into my robe. I fought back, trying to free myself, feeling him squeezing my bare breast. He kept sucking and licking on my neck, holding my head in a firm grip and squeezing my left breast like a rip tomato."WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!?!" I yelled, shoving him away with all my might only to fall.