John had already left for work when Bamber came ambling up the drive. I was in the conservatory at the back of the house having just got out of the sh...wer after a good workout in my home gym. I had made a tea and was still in my robe and sat in my favourite Lloyd loom arm chair looking out the opened French doors onto the back yard and on down the hill of our place. We live in a very hilly and wooded part of North Hampshire. I was day dreaming and had let my robe fall open and was rather. "Make the most of your last day at this school, Kevin."Chloe turned away towards the door. In turn Kevin moved to block the way. He was no athlete but still towered six inches above the petite teacher. "Move!" she ordered, still just about in control of her emotions though her heart was racing. "You didn't think that I'd take precautions?" he whispered.Chloe exhaled deeply. Precautions, what did he mean?"Oh, Miss Hunt – stop acting like the blonde bimbo."Chloe's mouth fell agape. "How dare. There use to be an aunty named Sulekha in my society. Sulekha came into our society married with a kid. Her husband was a good fellow and we use to play cricket together. Sulekha and her husband were very good people and I had no intentions about her. She had taken break from work to raise her kid 2 years back and was getting ready to start her career again. I and my friends use to spend a lot of time with Sulekha’s husband doing timpass after play time and at night after dinner, the usual. It was a mock yell, just for effect, ‘What are you doing?’ It may have been a joke to him, but it still scared her. She stopped and sat back, ‘Oh, I forgot.’ Fletcher went around and opened her door, ‘Let’s go.’ They started for the front door. As they got closer to the front door he put his arm around her. She froze. Fletcher stopped. He realized he’d slipped up, ‘Oh. I’m sorry. It’s just a bad habit I had from when I was married. It won’t happen again.’ Sorrel looked away quizzically, then.