What she gave us turned out to be hearsay evidence and not viable in court, so thankfully she never needed to appear.How could those bumbling thugs ha...ve had the wits to twist through the trail to find its source? Of course they had the money to buy an expert, but would they have the brains to hire such a person to do it? The doubt eased my mind, but I would end up calling Kenneth later anyway to reassure myself.Then I thought about Mila and her loneliness. She had been estranged from her family. I served a few drinks but luckily it wasn’t too busy. No hassles. A group of girls were out on the beach….attention-seeking. All were wearing lime-green bikinis and they were making a big show and dance. They were quite young, and not bad looking. They demanded drinks….Coca-cola…and tried to flirt with me as I served them. Should I invite them to the party that evening? I wondered….not sure. A bit spoiled they looked, ‘Daddy’s little rich girls.’ I’d met Paris Hilton wanna-bees and, to be. They say that in Sir Edward's earlier days young men in the mail room and operating the elevators had to step lively to avoid being cornered by Sir Edward. Several of them who had acquiesced to his advances found themselves bent over the desk in his private office, or on their knees before him being educated in the finest public school tradition.Long retired, Sir Edward still attended the monthly review meetings, as well as all dinners and parties sponsored by the bank. Most of us had. “Don’t close your eyes. Watch,” he ordered again, and I opened my eyes that had previously been screwed shut to observe his fingers as they moved underneath the fabric of my shirt. He was watching, too, over my shoulder.I could see clearly how he used his thumbs and forefingers to circle and pinch my nipples. Hard. Once, twice, then letting up, gently petting them only to catch them again and pull them up and away from my chest.I was a string instrument, and he plucked me expertly.I rocked.