The daughter was in what looked like last years school uniform, the kilt just covering her bum, the blouse stretched across her bust. The girl looked ...ike her mother, long legged. They both looked nervous, the girl almost shaking, which was exactly the look I wanted. I told them to re-apply their make up, red lips. They did what I told them, they didn’t even ask why. It was nearly time, I gave them both a drink, and a little GHB, something that would make them relax. Relax, it would make them. I mean, I'd often make an excuse to walk past him, and purposely hitch my skirt up and press out my boobs a little more. Still no luck. But after seeing him by a class room i was going to after school i thought the chance was mine. Finally ruffling my hair, (My hair was always messy It made the style more voluminous and sexy) I pumped up my lips and checked my make up, undoing my shirt buttons a little so my cleavage could be seen under my tie I staggered down the corridor, before only inches. Then we walked around the low white fence. We were the last to arrive and the party had already started. Charles (my darling) introduced me to Mathew, and he reminded me a lot of my own darling. At some point they were similar, and I was happy to find his close workmate be just like my husband in many features. Mathew’s wife Monica walked up and introduced herself. The weather was hot, so I was dressed in a cute but revealing white beach shorts and a light top. We ate and everyone was drinking.. “I miss Sandrine, too.” She did not name Antoine, but she missed him as well. They’d left him behind at his request months ago on an island colonized by France. She didn’t know where he was now, but he could not return to their home island under any circumstances. He was relatively safe as long as he avoided English jurisdiction.Gérard hugged her and ran his hand slowly down her back. A little sweaty, a little ripe. The night was warm as nights always were and they had no need to dress after.