?Tracey,? she heard Mr Chambers shouting, ?get your arse upstairs now, I have a job for you.?She really was panicking now, she had no doubt Mr Chamber...s would take full advantage if he saw her in this state! ?Won't be a minute.? she managed to squeak just loud enough for him to hear.?It better not girl, get up to mine fast.? he shouted back and Tracey was relieved to hear him moving back along the corridor and up the stairs.How could she be so stupid! She had been seconds away from being a slave. He had learned months ago that serving wine "worked" for several reasons. It was recognized as an adult drink. It was not difficult for a girl to drink, like whiskey or gin. It was much easier to mask the residual liquor breath. A simple cup of coffee was all she would need to block the lingering aroma of the wine, and finally, because it was not perceived as threatening by girls.While they sipped their first glass, she told him about her excitement of going to high school in the fall, and. I didn’t bother asking if it was made of glass. Pantoufle de verre. Pantoufle de vair. She didn’t say a word about Claude the Curator—now clearly a relic—but with a devious smile she did ask how I’d liked my ‘surprise.’Her face sank when I stumbled over my answer. I told her what I could—that I wished she’d talked to me first, that I didn’t think my oils were good enough for exhibition. And though she apologized again, I could tell she didn’t understand. I didn’t push the issue. Wherever her. You damn well know I don't need or want any woman around me, especially some movie star type. I live too far out in the hills for most of them and there are those types of women that I don't think I want around me either. Besides that, that woman damn near killed me today." Damn J.W. Why so testy? So you took a little swim ... no big deal." One of the bystanders replied."Why don't you go down and take a little dip?" I stared at the guy until he looked away. "Once you do that I'll listen to you.