" she huffed."What did he get?" Two lousy days of after school detention. Today and tomorrow. And theusual ineffective lecture. Why do they even bothe...?"Glen sighed. "What would you have them do? Strap him to a beam and givehim thirty lashes? Sure, it was a bad thing for him to do. But he is athirteen year old boy, and poor judgment and a high libido are normalparts of that." What's next? Using the binoculars to look in the neighbors' windows?Hiding a camera in Sherry's room? Or ours?" Don't. What if I get caught? I ask myself… think of the shame. You won’t get caught… it’ll be fun! I’m in a dilemma. I toss a coin – tails. I go. I catch a bus to Yarmouth, a ferry to Lymington and two trains to Bournemouth. A group of school c***dren board the train. I imagine them singing: We know where you’re going, we know where you’re going!’ I get a grip of myself. I get closer to my dirty destination. My excitement… and anxiety increase. What if I suffer a heart attack? I visualise the. The next few weeks leading up to thanksgiving werehectic. There were so many fucking packages to deliverand pick up, it made me sick to my stomach. Thanksgivingweek I was excited. Finally, I had a shortened workweek.I really needed a few days off to rest. Mrs. O’Connor and I became quite friendly to each otherin the weeks leading up to the thanksgiving weekend. Wetalked about all kinds of things. We talked about life,family, and all the usual stuff. Monday was a miserableday weather wise,. ’ She told me that she had met me briefly when I was the guest speaker at a seminar on her degree course three years previously (I had forgotten this entirely), that she had been strongly attracted to me then, and she had thought of me quite often since. Emma confessed that her taste was for older, confident, capable women who still looked hot and dressed in style, and she thought that I was the leader of the pack!Well – such flattery! But it was artlessly, almost naively, delivered, and it.