She unties the bottom of the blouse and unbuttons it, starting at the bottom. When it’s unbuttoned, she leaves it on and cups her breasts with the m...terial. The blouse parts in the middle and we can tell she has on no bra. While she unbuttons it, she continues talking to the teacher and saying “I know you want to see what’s under my blouse, too. The boys all think I’m teasing them, but I’ve seen you watching me. It’s really you I want to tease. You like to look down my blouse while I’m working. I am going to the manor to talk with the lord.” “It isn’t any use. I am going to be an old maid.” “My dear little girl, you deserve more than that. You do so much work here in the house and the farm work on the lord’s section of land. Plus, you bring in extra money from your spinning cloth. I am going to see that you are happy. You have also saved your maidenhead for your marriage. I’ll be back tonight.” “Oh, Mother, merci. I hope so - I wish you well dear Mother!” In the lord’s manor . Two hundred days ago he'd announced to his family at the dinner table that he was signed up to take the Entrance exam for Starfleet Academy. His mother had cried, his father had nodded respectively, his brother had patted his back. A good choice, a strong career. His family had always been about work ethic, and in the end it had been decided that if this was where Dack Gamorson could do his best then that was where he should go. The tests had been grueling, some things so simple while others. The abundance of tissues evidence of his youthful virility. As Diane turned left at a junction she saw Charles, a member of the water polo team her son played in. A short muscular lad of 17 or 18. He had a large bag over his shoulder and damp hair. Diane pulled over and waited for him to walk past her car. ‘Hi Charles, can I offer you a lift?’ ‘Oh Its ok Mrs M, I can catch the 23 in 10 minutes.’ All the boys in the team knew her as Mrs M, not that that was special, there was a Mrs C and a Mrs E.