It was obviously an excuse that Miss Carson had heard before.“Oh, don’t be coy,” she said. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Besides, I wondere... what you looked like out of your uniform.” She stood with her hands on her hips, waiting. I obviously wasn’t going to get rid of her easily. “Go on,” she said.I took off my stockings and unzipped the corselette.“Panties too,” Miss Carson ordered “Lay down on your face. I want to see how your backside is after that spanking.” I did as she told me and felt. " How are we supposed to do that?" I've been interviewed and cleared," I told him. "I'm no longer a 'person of interest.' You tell that to the media, loud and clear. And you quit sifting through my background, mine and Lisa's, too. It's that simple."More background muttering. "What do we get other than you won't publish tomorrow morning?" he said."I won't publish, period, as long as you leave me alone. And you might get some more tips like that 'solid investigative work' you did Thursday night.. And no, she never told her dad.”“He’d have ripped her one too. I’ve never seen a father so involved with a daughter’s education. Encouraging her excitement. Like he thrived on whatever she learned.”“You know him?”“He’s a cool guy,” she nodded. “I think she’d invite me to dinner so’d I have a decent meal from time to time. It’s not like I make much of a living as a musician.”“Your parents...”“Mom’s got some money being a doctor. So I’d never starve. But I want to be as independent as possible.. Mostly women and men were of middle age. I would say we were rather the young ones.“And yes, there is a privilege for ladies here. You see that red button,” Jane signaled towards a button we both saw it. “Ladies can call for special service if they want and a professional gigolo will come to satisfy her. So Saima! if you want something special, that is the button to press” Jane laughed.Saima responded with a smile as well and looked back at me to read my eyes and my mind. I was frankly 50 – 50.