When I first met her so long ago I could just watch those legs as she sat and crossed and uncrossed those legs I could hear the sound of proper stocki...ngs brushing against each other. The proper stockings bought by shoe size that when you took them out of the packet and held them up they were the shape of a ladies legs, not the nasty modern stretch ones. They had a feel all of there own slightly rough yet so pleasing especially when worn and stretched by the movement of the leg and pulled taught. I'm getting something to eat. She can do it before we leave." Oh hell, Mister, I'll take a chance." I suspected this was a family operation. The only problem I could see was that there wasn't enough family. The food was good in the restaurant though. There was an older woman that was the cook and a younger woman that waited on us. She would look just like the old woman in another twenty-five years. Maybe sooner, as they both looked worn out.When we paid for the meal we read a sign that stated. Aise karte karte ek mahina nikal gya par hme koi mauka nhi mila par 2nd april ko raat me khabar ayi ki humari ek dorr ki chachi marr gayi h manas ko soone diya gaya aur baki sab log car se bihar chle gye ? unk jaate hi meri khushi ka thikana na raha sb log subh 5 bje nikle the nd mjhe pta tha ki manas scul jaane k liye 6 bje uthega mai 5:45 pe bed se uthi kitchen mein gyi aur nighty utar k kaam krne lgi 6 bje mjhe manas k darwaze ki khulne ki awaz ayiUski aadat thi ki wo seedhe uth k pani peene. I was sent here to seek out a girl … a Slayer. I was told she most likely wouldn’t have a clue who she was and it was my job to teach her. I … that girl is you. You’re Cassandra Blackthorne, yes?’ ‘How … how did you know my name?’ she breathed, his words lost on what he was saying. ‘A Watcher … a Slayer … what does that mean? Teach me what?’ She had so many questions and suddenly she had forgotten about having to get home and get to work. Nijel looked around the place, it was relatively.