But they won't come until morning, so you're safe for the night."It was just past seven o'clock the next morning when two police officers knocked on t...e front door of Coach Jenkins' house. Minutes later they emerged with a handcuffed Stuart Fisher.There was much written about the assault of the reporter in the morning newspaper, and on another page, deeper inside the paper was a small article about an alleged attempted kidnapping. The article said that while the news of that had travelled. “In the dancing. It is very vigorous.”“And?” said Sandrine.“It is wanton. Men and women dance naked, bare, under the moonlight if there is a moon, in the darkness except for the light of the torches if there is no moonlight.” Mistress Heathcoate shivered. “It is quite remarkable.” She twisted in her chair as though she had a sudden itch. “Quite remarkable.”Sandrine and Amélie exchanged a glance. They understood Mistress Heathcoate perfectly.“What happened, then, Mistress Heathcoate?” asked. If you wish to take up my offer then please write the picture number of your choice and put it on the table in the hall by 8.00 pm.I will then expect you to be waiting for me at 8.30 pm in the hall completely naked, and locked in the handcuffs you will find in the drawer.’Oh my goodness, my cock was rock hard and I was having a good wank. I read it over and over again, looking at the pictures, looking at Gloria. I stripped naked and looked at my bottom and imagining how it would be if I decided. ..And it's all I can do not to scream, not to fall to the floor and bangmy head into it until I either fall unconscious or dig a hole big enoughto crawl in and die.I HATE ballet. I hate the stupid costumes, I hate balancing on the tipsof my toes, leaving me in pain for hours afterwards, I hate sweating intight lycra, I hate being stared at by everyone as I struggle to remembera complicated routine. And yet... I'm not allowed the luxury of hatingballet, as I'm reminded when I finish my routine.