”“Yessir,” I said, knuckling my forehead.The four women watched from behind him, barely hiding their amusement. His wife, her sister, and his da...ghter, none of them more than twenty-five years I was sure and all staring at me with hunger. Their maid, a black woman of indeterminate years, also looked amused.“You will receive ten shillings at the end of each month, two meals each day and Gracie will make you a place to sleep out in the stable where she and her man live.” The gentleman pursed his. .Once a weekend I was bored and got a call from my friend he invited me to pub and I agreed to join him as I was bored there he picked me up from my place and we reached the pub in 15mins (that was my first time to go to a pub)As we entered I heard loud musicAnd colorful lights ppl dancing on the floor I didn’t have that habit soo I went and sat on a corner my friend started drinking but I didn’t have the habit of drinking but my friend forced me to drink I had to have one shot for his sake. "This is Dean Larson. I need to speak to the director." He waitedimpatiently. "Of course now! Why do you think I called in person?" Hewaited more, all the while growing more restless and angry. "Fred?Yeah, it's me. Say, I've got a kid who's been doing tele-study." Yes, I know it's standard. But not for kids living in the dorms!" Hesighed as he waited for the response from the phone."His application said it was for medical reasons," the Dean answeredimpatiently."I know it's highly. I like to think I have my own twist which stops me feeling guilty. My apologies if I have used something from elsewhere, it was not intended. Yes, it does look like a harem story because it is one. If this genre does not interest you then read no further. -GfG ============================================ Sunday Day 28 The Bean House was ultra busy with a group of weekend cyclists having their mid-ride break. The noise level hit John’s ears almost as much as the fluoro colours of the cycling.