We had a tea-dance in the assembly hall during the last week of term. There were about four boys there, generally girls' brothers. It was awful." No-o...e asked you to dance, huh?" Not one." She admitted, with a pout. "One of them even asked me if I was in the right year group." You really don't like being petite, do you?" Petite?" Hope rolled over, staring at the ceiling. "Just say short and be done with it." Some people like that." Perverts who want ten year olds without getting arrested." Is. She sat down abruptly, and Don poured her a scotch and splashed in some soda. Denise recovered her colour and her mind was soon racing through the implications. Time was obviously pressing, and if action were to be taken against Rotkoff, it could not be long delayed. There was no way of knowing who was being observed, so some risky assumptions had to be made. Rotkoff had identified Philip, Laura, Denise, Donald and Ivy, so they had to keep well away from the rest of the band. On the other. .. SHIT!Mrs Stotter just... and then Ms Carmichael just... and then they BOTH... Holy... SHIT!Like I said earlier, I couldn't believe that happened any more than I'm sure you can reading about it now. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake until I bruised. I threw out the coffee in case someone had spiked it with something that would make those three act like that. I poked my head back in the front office that afternoon to see what Mrs Stotter was doing then. She looked at me a little. I understood that it was his mom, Amisha (name changed). I stared at her beauty and then she looked at me.I was so lost in her looks that I forgot to take my eyes off when she saw me (as all boys do when a girl looks at them). She looked at me, our eyes met. She smiled at me and walked inside the building. My other friends continued to play as I was watching her hips move in a perfect motion.Suddenly, she turned around and brushed her hair behind her ear and gave me a smile. I too smiled back.