Most of the people who would be at the holiday party had seen it, and it wouldn’t be warm enough to wear in December anyway. But I wasn’t sure I c...uld let Charles buy me anything. We didn’t know each other that well yet. ‘Thank you, but you don’t have to,’ I typed. ‘Well, I know I don’t have to. But if I’m escorting you to the party, I want you to have something nice to wear.’ Arguing wasn’t going to get me anywhere. ‘Okay. Thank you. When will you be here on Wednesday?’ ‘I’ll have to let you. It is our policy to be as frank and open-minded as possible with all our applicants. We have made an exhaustive survey of your case. To be plain, we are surprised that you have been able to ‘pass’ as a bonafide missionary. We are told that you are afflicted with a severe eye-trouble. This is certain to be an insuperable handicap to an effective ministry. Our Board requires 20/20 vision. At Antioch, we learn, you opposed Dr. Simon Peter, an esteemed home missionary and actually rebuked him. She loved her job, was passionate about teaching in fact, but it was only human to yearn to be back on the beach in summertime, rather than relish the prospect of going back to the grindstone. ‘Good morning, everyone! Hope you’re all refreshed after the summer break but alas, it is now time to welcome the little darlings back to school for another year.’ Alice Kingston, the headteacher, announced as she entered the room with a mug of coffee in her hand and a stack of papers and foolscap folders. “The Headmaster will be another few minutes,” his pretty young blonde secretary told me as she handed me a large mug of coffee that I hadn’t asked for. I nervously drank it as I kept asking myself what I was doing there. This was madness; I was now 37 years old and had done most sexual things a red-blooded woman can do over the years; including oral, anal and a couple of threesomes but nothing ever took me to the heights that my masturbation had done after each of Mr Skinner’s canings! It.