Sometimes there are indeed third chances in life, she decided.It would be honest to say that Pete hadn't quite forgotten about Kate either, but in pra...ticality he had quite written her off. He'd seen that last look in her eye, and it more than hinted of annoyance and growing outrage. Kate didn't need a husband — she needed a lion tamer completely with a chair and a whip. The part that Pete was finding most disturbing was that sometimes now he had rather strong fantasies about wielding that. The estate was titled, and I wondered how could I explain the previous master had been born hundreds of years before in claiming such a title. But the title passed by acclamation and no one seemed to worry that the last title was held for so long a period, if anyone was even aware.I learned that the people of the county knew almost nothing of the prior master. He had always been old and had lived almost a hermit in the mansion. I assumed the name and duties of the Estate. Being single and young. Miller, can you tell me exactly what the dress code here in at St. Mary’s?” She thought that it was a strange question to start with, but knew that she was better of answering the question than pausing to figure out why Mr. Hanson would ask it. “From the top: white button down blouse, either short of long sleeved, plaid skirt in school colors, white socks, black shoes, and………” She really didn’t know why she paused, but Principal Hanson pounced on her hesitation. “And what, Ms. Miller?” “And…. I was quite intrigued as to why he asked me so just told him he seemed very nice, prompting him to expand on his question. He told me that when they were getting ready in the spa changing room he had aught sight of Gary’s cock, which was about 8 inches in a flaccid state. He had joked a little with Gary saying “ Crikey, how does a small girl like Lynn cope with that?” Gary had confided in him that she no longer did due to some health issues and they hadn't had full on sex for 5 years. A long.