I’m waiting for the number 38 to Dorchester. It's cheaper to catch the bus than drive in and pay for parking the car all day.” Another silence, a...d I look out of the side window, feeling a bit uncomfortable, hoping the bus will arrive soon. It was often late. “My niece was at university in Manchester,” he says. I nod in response. “In fact, you look a lot like her. How old are you?” I give him a nervous look. “Well... I’m nineteen.” He smiles. “Yes, she had the same colour hair as you.. “Mistress, I’m sorry! I was sleeping instead of helping you! I am so sorry, I will accept my punishment from you and Mistress Serena when you send me back for failing you.” “Why should I send you back to her before the term of your stay? Where did you fail me?” was my calm answer while I started to dry myself with a towel. She took the towel from me and gently started drying me then. On the verge of crying, she said, “My duty is to serve you and please you, not to be slack and let you do things. She nodded, grinning up at him. “Yes and smell my piss ... you can’t miss it, asparagus, divine ... that’s it I think, had a big jobby, when I got up.”Doug stood back as Teresa crouched to wipe her bottom, turned, flushed and smoothed her skirt down.“Hmm, naughty girl, no knickers,” he chuckled.“When I’m meeting you here I’m determined to be a dirty girl just as you like luvvy,” she chortled in a mock south London accent.The safe house, one of several he had access to, had served them well in. He was mad, but thinking straight, so we were instructed to continue our trajectory. Poor Peter. Lucky us, as it turned out.Carol looked vaguely upset and wide-eyed guilty at first – I suppose for not noticing that her husband of the last seven years was not visible. But shortly afterwards a distracted smile came back to her pretty face and she started to busy herself with her usual homeward bound, on-board club duties. This was a part we all loved. Everything about Carol, we loved.All of us –.