The treads of the stair were made of a metal mesh. It was summer and the girls were in mini-skirts with bare legs. “Don't make a move, and keep quiet,' Clive hissed. They reached the top of the stair and started to descend. Two of the office girls, Linda and Janet, pretty girls in their early twenties, were walking toward the top of the stair deep in chatter. 'Look' whispered Clive, indicating upwards with a flick of his head. That stair provided a shortcut alternative for anyone on the upper floor offices wanting to avoid a long walk along a corridor to the main stair.
I noticed how he made sure no one saw us go. We went into a space under the stairs hidden behind a row of big metal cabinets up against the foot of the stair. He led me to the stairs that led down from the upper-level stack of admin offices to our ground floor open plan area.
One morning he asked me to come with him. I’d soon picked up he was as interested in the office girls as I was. He was a guy in his early forties, about ten years older than me at that time. I’d been in my job with an engineering company for just a few weeks and I’d got friendly with my co-worker Clive.
