TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell 'crocodile?'GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'TEACHER: No, that's wrongGLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell ...t.(I Love this child)TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?DONALD: H I J K L M N O.TEACHER: What are you talking about?DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.WINNIE: Me!TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?GLEN: Well, I'm a lot. ” She smiled, nodding. “Let's say,” I started, “that you'd really, really wanted to get between my legs.” Now she looked down shyly, probably all flustered which wasn't all too easily visible in the reddish lighting. “Aw, don't be shy,” I said, placing a hand on her leg, laughing. “We both know that's why we're here, right?”She shrugged and took another sip, more like a gulp. “Well, I've already been between your legs, so it would only be fair, wouldn't it?” I mused. “Anyway, so what would you. Shall we look round the village then?”They went out on to the street just as someone rode past in a horse-drawn vehicle somewhat larger than a trap, pulled by a beautiful pair of greys. In the passenger seats behind the driver were two girls and a boy, all in their late teens and obviously brother and sisters. In fact, the two girls looked virtually identical, and the three youngsters were clearly close relatives of the man in early middle age who was driving the horses.One of the girls. Rolling away from her, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and said, "Alright, maybe it's only because you've got me so aroused I'm not thinking straight, but I can see a certain logic in your reasoning. However, you must both promise that neither of you will ever tell anyone what happens here tonight. Promise?"Both girls nodded their heads solemnly."Ok. Anyone have any suggestions how we should go about this?" I asked. Ali said she thought Mary should decide that. Turning to Mary, I.