. is that it?" It's not exactly experimental... it's been tried and proven in the last ten years... Now you have been keeping up with educational meth...ds, haven't you?" She looked him squarely in the eyes, in an attempt to regain some of her composure."Yeah... sure," the older man replied vaguely. "But I want to give all the kids a fair chance... and individual assignments aren't fair to everybody... Some boys won't learn anything, and some will do all the work... What have you got in mind. . you know... everything?"Her eyes took on a shine of arousal — a shine he hadn't seen since the last time they'd gotten together with Julie. "I'm sure," she said. "I'm really sure." But what about the... you know... the immorality of it?"Maureen shrugged. "Did she show you any sympathy when she took you to the pig party?" she asked. "Did she care that you stormed out in the middle of it? Did she ever talk to you again after that, even in passing?" No," he said."Not until last night, when she. Whenever Daddy stopped in to see Mommy, whether it was to pick her up to go to the opera or just stopping by after work, the routine was always the same. Daddy would come in, greet mommy with a hug and kiss, and the same for Britney, if she was around, he'd remove his jacket, if he was wearing one, while Mommy went to the kitchen to mix Daddy a drink. Daddy would drape his jacket over the stand next to the chair, then sit down as Mommy brought in his drink. A clear glass with ice, some clear. ‘Bastard,’ he said, ‘bloody bastard. Lena I’m glad you managed to find this out.’ Then to Amy. ‘Amy, I’m certain I can get you another job, a live-in job. You said you were studying Italian Art and Architecture, any particular time frame?’ ‘Mmm,’ she said, ’17th and 18th century.’ ‘Oh, that’s even better. You two hang on here, I’ll just make a phone call,’ and off he went to the bedroom. We chatted away and I helped her load the trolley although she kept stopping me saying it was her job. I.