My breath is fogging the glass because I'm trying to get a better look up her skirt. What is it going to be like when she's living in my home? Torture. But not knowing where she's living or if she's safe would be a hundred times worse.

She leans closer to the glass and I can't help it, I can't keep my gaze from devouring her perky tits where they spill out of her neckline. Braless. She obviously took off the white underthing to sleep. God help me. "If you give me the waitressing job," she says ...