" Margaret said, like a man clutching at straws to save his life."Be yourself... be Margaret the person, not Margaret the position. Live as yourself, ...ell your people to vanish for the rest of your stay... you'll learn more about Alice and also about yourself." I told her."I... I couldn't do that, what would happen to the business?" She said sounding shocked.Alice looked up from where she'd been talking to Liz, "Mistress? You do have underlings who know the business do you not?" This was slave. I shifted slightly in my seat in the hot class room, aware of the growingbulge in my trousers as I focused intently on Miss Brown. She was young,straight out of teacher training college, and had a soft Irish accentthat was like hypnotic music. Her long dark brown hair fell in gentlecurls to her shoulders. Today she was wearing a cream silky materialblouse tucked tightly into a lime green tight pencil skirt, with tallblack ankle strapped heels, that clicked seductively as she walked aroundthe. She knew her daughter was fully aware of her sexual appetites. "Sure, honey, he's had a few. But he's never cheated, really. He would not do it behind my back. I fixed him up a few times with my girlfriends, that's the only women he's had. He's too shy to get involved with anything like that by himself. But, he's has a good time once in a while." "You fixed him up?" The girl wanted more. "What did you do?" "What do you want me to tell you, cheri? "What did you do?" Brooke repeated herself. "Did. I caught it from the air, now steering one handedly, staring into the girls' eyes. She winked, and drifted to the right, into an unoccupied lane, and onto a new road, leading her down a ninty degree angle away from me. When I returned my eyes to the road, I finally noticed the blue and red flashing lights in my review mirror. The Impala had gotten lucky, catching up as we both breaked, or else it never would have caught us. I pulled over, and waited as the cop walked up to my car. He was.