The solicitor unstrapped his wrist watch and put it in a prominent position on the table whenever the interview was resumed. A gentle reminder that ti...e was passing and I was allowed breaks for refreshment. Gascoigne was not amused. It was getting late and eventually the solicitor had enough."Superintendent Gascoigne. We are going round and round in circles. It is obvious that you have no real evidence at all, so either charge my client or let him go." Gascoigne wouldn't admit a non result. He. Thursday evening is a Baccalaureate service held at school. It’s going to feature performances by musical groups. We’re supposed to go and senior will sit up front as a class. There is practice Friday morning and then the actual ceremony Friday evening. We’re finished then because all our books and records have to be done Thursday morning. To my knowledge, all I have to do is turn in my text books. I don’t owe any money for anything. After Friday night, I’m free until orientation for college in. What he brought out to me however wasn't complete. I was missing what appeared to be a whole lot of stuff."I'm missing an entire bag!" I explained. About the only intact piece of luggage was a small carry on, which had held more of my cosmetics. Little good that would do me, and another duffle bag that at least held a few other things which appeared I could use was about all there was. Inside that was another pair of jeans, couple of tees, and another pleated skirt. Most of my underwear and. ." Gordon's anus tingled as he listened; he knew he'd face the wrath of Aubrey Fox-Janner, the chairman. He hated having women at his golf club."Yes Lana that would be splendid ... I'll bring him with me and he can polish your boots too." She clicked off the call and sneered down at Gordon."Today is your lucky day; you shall meet a friend of mine; no time to dress, wrap that bed sheet around you and we'll go in my car." Gordon did as he was told and sheepishly followed the smiling dominatrix.