“She put her hand on my...”
“p***s?”
Ted gulped and nodded.
“And then?”
“She asked me to help her move some boxes of sheets and towels.”
“To where?”
“The linen locker.”
“And you went with her?”
“Yes.”
“And then what happened?”
“When we were inside the locker, she grabbed me and opened my jeans. She got a hold of my… p***s and just then a maid came by so Frances had to stop, but she said she’d be back again.”
“I see,” Harriet said, looking down at Ted with coal-black eyes. She laid her hand gently on the muscled mass of his shoulder. “I don’t want you to worry. You are not in any trouble – at least not yet.”
“Should I speak to Miss Briggs? I haven’t said anything to her yet. It was just too hard.”
“I’ll speak to Miss Briggs. The next time this happens, you must go straight t
