"You were with him again yesterday?" Her eyebrows shot up."I couldn't let him clean up all your sickness on his own and you didn't offer to help and w...en we finished we went for another sail." And you anchored somewhere quiet for an hour's nooky! I do believe there's something going on between you two."I blushed scarlet and stammered, "We... didn't do anything. We... went to Walton Backwaters and had a few biscuits for lunch and came back and then did the washing in the launderette." I didn't. I yanked out the wrench and the pick and threw them back in my pocket. I picked up the damn register and raced as quietly as I could out the door. This thing is fucking heavy. I looked around the parking lot and a few cars passing by. There was no way for me to hide the fucking thing, so I sprinted back to the van, tossed the register in the back of the van and waited for Ellie to come back. I couldn’t get my heart rate to slow down and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins at. .... secondary school. I had kept the occasional girl in my office after school on the pretext of detention and drooled at my desk while she wrote out her lines. I had longed to spank countless scores of young bottoms. In the sixties I had caned countless boys with indifference - and was forbidden by propriety and department protocol to bring down the stick on a pretty feminine behind. In short - I spent twenty-six years living in a world of fantasy powered by neverending visual stimulii.I. I hollard for them to get inside quickly, but by the time they made it to the door they were totally drenched. I had them stop just inside the door while I went for some towels. They were so wet it was as if they just got out of a pool with all thier clothes on. I passed out the towels but it was no use trying to dry off. I told them to go into the bathroom and take off the wet clothes and dry off. They came out looking like drowned rats in underware. I had them move into the rec room and sit.