Darcie was looking forward to an uneventful Friday evening after a stressful week in the office. In a moment she would get up and make dinner but for the moment sitting on the couch was the most relaxing thing she had done all day. She'd have to get out of her office clothes - a tight black skirt and stockings and a tight fitting pullover - before too. And besides, the only one growing hungrier by the minute was she: Living alone definitely had it's perks.

Today had been an especially long day her boss Mr. Hunt certainly hadn't made things easier. His constant sexist remarks and inappropriate touching was getting out of hand. She probably should have told him off when she started working, Darcie thought, but back then she didn't want to risk her new position and by now his behavior had been established as the norm. His case also wasn't helped by the fact that he was in no sense of the word handsome: Mr. Hunt was slightly overweight in his mid 60s, had shoddy hair and oily skin.

It had started out irksome enough - calling her "bird" touching her shoulders when she was sitting and he was standing behind her - but lately Mr. Hunt had become positively crude. He had started seeking her out in her office or the cafeteria and telling her about his failing marriage. At first Darcie had felt pity but soon she realized the he likely was the only reason for the incoming divorce: He minded his wife not putting out often enough, growing old and giving him too much lip. The last straw had been her attempt to find a job. Seriously, this guy's views on women came straight from the 50s.

Darcie wondered, why had Mr. Hunt even bothered hiring her? He obviously didn't think women were appropriate it the workplace. Was it only to gawk at her?

She didn't get to answer the question as in that moment the doorbell pulled her from her thoughts. Darcie was startled. Who would ring at this time of day? She got up from the couch, went over to the door and...