”“Your place sounds better to me. If I know Cal, in a short time we would be talking politics, with each of us wanting to convince the other of ou... point of view. He isn’t going to change his views and neither am I, so your place is a better idea.”There still was some doubt in Bill’s mind about what was going to happen at his place but not much. If he would bed her there was still a question, but it was something he looked forward to try and do. He thought by how she acted, she would be one. Ingrid watches susanna in the rear-view mirror, as the flustered girl hastily pulls on the flimsy, translucent blouse on the seat beside her. The lights turn green and the car moves off. “susanna sweetie, I’m disappointed in you. I didn't tell you to put on the blouse, did I?” “No Mistress Ingrid. I’m terribly sor . .” “Just answer my questions, sweetie. ‘No Mistress Ingrid’ or ‘No Mistress’, is all you need to say.” “Now, take off the blouse susanna.” Ingrid glances in the mirror as. She didn’t start reading immediately, but watched the children instead. They were obviously enjoying themselves outside after being cooped up on their colony ship for the voyage.As she looked at the churning chaos of kids, Natalie noticed one of the older girls walking towards her, tall thin and with shortish hair. Not a concubine, she was wearing a white blouse and a green skirt. The Kindertransport concubines were still in grey shifts, so this girl wasn’t fourteen yet. Probably thirteen. " I was kinda pissed off at her. Like, I should be the Chris-cream in her James-oreo cookie? I didn't think so.She was surprised. Shocked even. She pulled up her tight, pink leotards, sniffed a little – okay, she was crying softly – and left. I had a boner that I had to take care of. Twice.I didn't see her the rest of the day, until she came back from her movie date at about 10:30. She was wearing her pink leotard underneath skin-tight jean pedal pushers. You could see the pink second-skin.