Sally carefully made notes in her book about her father's week. She rather proudly used neat dot points the way she had learned in school the year bef...re rather than attempting to write it all out in sentences. It meant that she could more or less keep up with what her father was saying, rather than having to leave sections to fill in later. Sally had been very proud when her father had first suggested that she could write out the record of each meeting instead of him doing it each time. At. I found a workable substitute coat, which pulled me through the next week, but I was not thrilled with it. For one thing, it was much shorter. My military coat came down to my calves. The new one was only thigh length. It was also a men's style, which made it tight over my bust. Even a trip to Manchester produced nothing better.I might have suffered through December, but I chanced across the man who made my lederhosen. We greeted each other, then he asked how the leather shorts had worked out. I was just formulating the next paragraph in my mind, she hold's up a sign saying look but don't touch, as I scrolled to the bottom of the page. To my horror someone had been there before me YOU DIRTY OLD MAN ! IF YOU THINK YOU COULD COPE WITH ME CALL .......... Shit ! it must be my daughter and Sam ! But why the number ? I'll die if they've read them ! Do I ring the nimber ? As I calm down a bit it all seems a bit odd. I can't for a second imagine my daughter being up for that if she'd read. I was at my corridor when I heard whispers from the adjacent room. Well girly whispers to be honest. Well I tell you, it really needs nuts and guts for a girl to be in a guy dormitory at that particular time. First I got a little scared.And then got interested. I had one of those early models of pen cameras with me (though it was not allowed to be kept under institution law). I put the camera well hidden in a flower tub to shoot what is going on in there (I was actually too scared to knock.