Dropping into his seat, Danny, in a bored voice, said, “Now that I’m here, let the tedium begin.”“Where’s your book?” Mr. Timmons asked wi...h a frown.“I didn’t bring it.”“I’m disappointed in you. You should come to class prepared.”“I don’t need the book.”“Why not?”“I memorized it,” Danny answered.“You memorized today’s reading?”Danny looked at his teacher with the kind of expression that suggested that he was in the presence of a certified idiot.“No. I memorized the whole play,” Danny. I’m an adult-sort of-and I had to admit it did seem like the thing to do. A couple more stunts like this with the homicidal program and we wouldn’t even have the backwater market let alone have to worry about expansion into towns where there were more people than cows. It would be disastrous for the company, to say nothing about what it would do to my current employment status. As a mature individual, I could see this and realized that whining about it would not be productive. Okay, I whined,. I figured this would be the easiest hundred I ever made."Why don't you step over here to the shampoo sink and let me get started?" she asked as she motioned me towards the sink."You got it babe." I replied and gave her a little pat on her delicious fanny as we proceeded.Sharon told be to sit in front of the sink while she washed by hair. As she was doing this she spoke to her audience of about twenty stylists all women. The view of Sharon's 36D's was not real hard to take either. When she. ”A few thrusts later I had spent myself inside her and was ready to dress.Charlie Burnes, an old friend from Brighton who had been packed off to Eton after my ascension was not so lucky. He was still in full Eton dress when I approached him.“Charlie,” I clapped him on the shoulder, “we’ve just got to get you out of that bloody school.”“I’ll say. Freddie, this is Diana, the Earl of Hardington’s sister.”“Pleasure to meet you.” I bowed and she curtsied. I noticed that she would have had a lovely.