There’s a rule about having weapons in school.”I smile while I continue to juggle, “But I’ve got no weapons, Sir. These are metal toy rockets....They come like this so you can paint your own design on them.”“Stop juggling! Place them on the table so I can see them clearly.”I do as asked by leaning forward, and to my left a little, to place them on the table. Grasping the side of the table I lean on it while saying, “See, they’re not knives, but toy rockets.” With the three of them lying on the. I lied on her for a while and moved beside her on the bed.After one min she turned to me and i thanked her by kissing. She asked “how was it darling?”“really,superb”, i replied.She smiled, got up from bed and moved to bathroom and cleaned herself up and came out. She went to kitchen and brought some fruit juice to us. I was liying naked on the bed and so was she.“what is it?” i asked.She replied” fruit juice to give some energy to you”. I toot the glass from her, poured some juice on the. Those nights I had to act pissed, so if I was caught in a bedroom, I'd just act drunk and lost. I led a charmed life. Never caught outright, but there were a few near things. Once I was in my best friends oldest sisters bedroom, who wasn't tat the party, and I'd foolishly decided to put on the knickers I'd stolen. Instead of stealing them, going to the bathroom and putting them on,,as most other like minded men would do. No no, I started to change in her bedroom. Luckily for me I heard talking. "That's it pet, all done for now, till night shift come on, get thee head down lass, and her trainer Ernie Shuttleworth, led her to her stall.She had her own stall with fresh straw changed every fortnight without fail, and she often got to sleep for three or four full hours between shifts, but it was warm, underground, constant temperature, no fog, no rain, dry and warm, utopia to a Yorkshire lass.She had run away from home when her first born was delivered one night, her mam thought she were.