"She stuck the tip of her tongue out at him."Damn! Why don't I keep my trap shut?" 'Cos you're a dirty-minded, correct and pompous barrister."Andrew n...dded dolefully and they both laughed.As Andrew had done when he met Katrina there they were at the Trout a few minutes early and sat out at the front waiting for Nigel and his family. Katrina was in a high state of excitement, quite unable to sit still."Here they are!" she finally exclaimed and ran to the car park. Andrew followed at a. “So you didn't mind that people got some nice photos of me and you didn't?”He stared at my moist nylon foot on the table. He looked intensely at my foot. And I even saw him licking his lips.“He-he...no, not at all!”I wiggled my toes and swayed from side to side with his eyes following every moment of my nylon foot. He leaned back and put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. Mmmm, I knew I had him - he was getting turned on by me - and me by him for admiring my pretty nylon feet!. Back then, in those olden days fifty plus years ago, there wasn’t an organized nursery school or preschool program, and kindergartens were taught mostly by volunteers in church basements. That was what got my mother into the classroom. She had been a campaigner for teaching the children of Swedish immigrants how to speak proper English and putting them on the road to success. When Pastor Olmquist called on her with a proposal to start a kindergarten at the local Swedish Lutheran church, she. As it neared nine-thirty, Jerry made his way to me to say that we were all going to their house for the rest of the evening. Time to make sure the kids were down before the group showed up at the house. I nodded with agreement.As Jennifer grabbed her coat, she made her way over to me and whispered in my ear. “I do like them both. One thing to remember though, I am not giving up on our time at all. Please remember that. Sandra is more than welcome to be the temp while she’s in town but I’m not.