“I hope my wife is not working you too hard,” he says with a laugh.I lean close and speak quietly in his ear, “Will you introduce yourself and o...fer her a drink while I change, please, honey?”I give him another peck on the lips and a cheeky ass squeeze before I turn back to Helen.“I hope you don’t mind if I change quickly, Helen. I’ve been dying to get out of this suit all day.”“Not at all,” Helen says. “Please go ahead.” She’s already wearing a lightweight grey shift dress a few inches above. 'Till Sam left and we had no lead singer!" The Golden Fleece in the market square." Oh yeah, I know it," he said. He seemed to recall being thrown out of a pub with that name in the dim and distant past. "Mock Tudor façade with traditional décor?" Yeah that's the one. Nicotine stained ceilings and stuffed animals hanging off the walls..."Rob laughed. "Not exactly a 'fun pub' was it!" Err ... no!" she giggled."Sounds like many a pub our band played in..." He began to tell her all about the ill-. ‘Where the fuck is he?’ she muttered to herself, about to pick up the phone and dial the technical help desk. She had only started this morning at the station, placed there by her Temping Agency as a general assistant, and had been handed to the idiot who had left her in charge of this nightmare of a live TV transmission with no training or explanation on what to do. Her hand shaking she picked up the phone just as the door opened and Stan sauntered in, hand in his jeans pocket, his skinny. Mrs. Sylvia was a no-nonsense type, and didn't believe in coddling her students. She often showed impatience with Alice's shyness and thought the best way to overcome things was facing them head-on instead of hiding from them.In addition to Mrs. Sylvia, there was also her fellow classmates. While Alice wasn't the type to make enemies, she did attract a certain number of bullies who loved to torment her. It just so happened that all of her major bullies were in Mrs. Sylvia's class with.