I shifted my phone and began posing at the door to my house. My neighbours were early risers and also had their door open. I do not know when they wou...d come out and water their plants, the added risk of being caught in a sports bra and cotton panties sent me into a frenzy. I knew what I had to do.I unlocked the gate and stepped out. I was in full view of my neighbours house and the communal elevator of the apartment complex. This was time the elevator was bouncing up and down as people left. Mr. Best (Bob!) leaned forward. "Want to play?" he asked."Sure!" Okay, here's what you have to do: recite a passage from this book and don't make any mistakes while Mike tries to distract you by whispering in your ear." He handed her The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer.Whisper in my ear? That shouldn't be too tough; well, I guess it depends on what he whispers, she thought mischievously.She opened the book to a random page and started reading aloud: "In th'olde days of the King Arthur, Of. Ahwell. So dinner tomorrow night then?" Yes that would be nice, thank you. By the way this is the outline we'veworked out for next week. Have a quick look and see what you think. Itshould be right up your street. Don't laugh too much." She handed afolder across and he started flicking through as she ate. Between mouthfuls she watched his expression as he skimmed thestoryboard and matched the rough drawings to the outline. She could seea half smile and the gentle amusement in his eyes.After. A great deal of my method depends on confronting the student with behaviour that they would normally deprecate. The prudish attitudes of the young wife, I confront with licentiousness and fornication. The modesty of the maidenly, I press to exhibitionism and display. The fastidiousness of the lady of the house, I subject to the indignities of a maidservant. To the woman who has passed through her life with no fear of sanction for unreasonable behaviour, I demonstrate that actions can have.