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it didn’t stop unwanted guests tailgating behind actual occupants of the building.
    “Is that Val?” asked the voice tentatively.
    Val tapped her foot impatiently. “It is.”
    “It’s Lester, can you let me in?”
    Lester? Who was Lester? Oh, it clicked, Lester was bad date number four – the creep. “I don’t think so…”
    “Let me in,” the voice demanded coldly.
    Val felt a chill of fear flutter up her spine. How did he find out where she lived? He certainly hadn’t dropped her at home. “Please leave, Lester.”
    “Open the fucking door!”
    She jumped in surprise and scrambled away from her front door like she expected him to burst through it any second. No, it was fine, he was still outside the main door downstairs and she was safely ensconced on the second floor. She was safe… for now.
    “Open the door you disgusting half-breed!” the voice rattled over the intercom.
    With trembling fingers, Val grabbed her cell phone and punched in 911. In a jittery voice, she told the operator that a crazy guy was trying to get into her apartment. She’d taken self-defense classes in college, but had never needed to use them before. Except for that one Halloween party where a drunken classmate dressed as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle wouldn’t take no for an answer. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out just how much she remembered of those classes at that moment.
    Five minutes later, crouched in her kitchen holding a spatula for defense, she saw the bright red and blue lights flickering through the window and she breathed a small sigh of relief, although she couldn’t stop her hands shaking.
    By the times the cops arrived, Lester was long gone, but they made a report and took all the details they could about him. They were kind to her, but they made it clear that it was unlikely that they could do anything about him. Even if Lester admitted to being there, all they could do was give him a warning not to come back.
    One of the cops was overly attentive and gave her a card; he told her to call if Lester came back. If she weren’t so shaken, she might have actually been able to appreciate it, but at that moment all she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the whole night ever happened. That was exactly what she did do when she was finally alone, and after having rechecked the locks on her door and windows seven times.
    Tumbles, in a fit of compassion, jumped on the bed and lay next to her, even allowing her to stroke him. He hadn’t allowed that since he was a kitten.
    After staring at the ceiling for an hour she finally drifted into an uneasy sleep, the words ‘disgusting half-breed’ nagging at her.
    *
    28 th February
    Val rested her head on her hand and closed her eyes. Mmmm, she was just closing her eyes for a few seconds…
    “Val!” boomed Conrad.
    Her elbow slipped, and her head banged against the desk. She withheld the ‘damnit’ and the ‘ow’ that wanted to escape.
    Her tall, salt and pepper boss chuckled heartily. “Good night last night?”
    Val let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, you have no idea.”
    She detected a twinkle in his eye. “I’ll bet I can.”
    She bet he couldn’t… On the plus side, at least she had a boss who was a little pervy, and who was tickled at the thought of her being wanton. It was easier to handle than a tight-ass boss who was pissed at her for almost falling asleep. Although she wished he wouldn’t leer at her ass quite so often.
    Conrad perched on the edge of her desk, and she really wished she’d taken the time to put on a little more makeup that morning. Honestly, she had been yawning so hard she could barely drag a comb through her hair.
    He clasped his hands together and gave her his best fatherly smile. It was totally at odds with his gaze lingering over her breasts. Of course, if she hadn’t dropped a spoonful of hummus down her shirt over lunch, his eyes might not have been so deliberately drawn there.
    “So, Val, you’ve been with the