The lesson finished and i really need to piss half way though class but was rejected the toilet pass so i was the first one out to go to the bathroom....harvey must have followed me becuase when i had finished pissing and done my self back up i turned around to see him watching me. i jump becuase i thought i was alone and said "harvey!!! what do you want?" harvey walked upto me with his confident walk that really pissed me off "i wanna know what your gonna do to make me sorry" i shouted at him. Linda, my wife, and her mother were sitting at the kitchen table. Linda, with no clue of what just took place, and Stella with a lot of color in her face, looking some what flushed and overheated. I said my goodbyes and left. I do not remember much about the trip to the interview or even the interview, but I must have been all right, I got the job. The four of us had supper that night and I'm thinking, just like always Frank, except your wife has been looking at my dick. Later that night we. At our Academy each girl has a Sensei. She is a special teacher or mentor. All girls have three; four hour private lessons a week; with their Sensei to discuss anything they wish. The Sensei is sworn to secrecy much like a priest in the Catholic Church. My Sensei was born in 1959, and was named after Empress Michiko; who was married to Emperor Akihito in that same year. As little Michiko's family was poor, she was placed in a Geisha program at age five. They paid the family a monthly allotment. ‘Shit! I’m supposed to be in Boston today! Harris is going to kill me!’ My mind raced, trying to think of some way out of this terrible situation, while my finger traced idle designs on the countertop. ‘You’re in luck,’ Michael chuckled. ‘This front came in yesterday afternoon, and the thunderstorms haven’t really let up since then. The airline called to say your flight was canceled, and I bet you couldn’t get out today, either. Don’t worry about any of that. Concentrate on yourself, keep.