There was something that made me really furious about the physical chastisement dished out by Miss Goodhall. Unlike every other teacher in the school,...Miss Goodhall did not cane, slipper or strap you. She punished you as if you were a naughty little girl at junior school. She slapped you across your legs with her hands, and she used to smack you a lot harder, and for a lot longer, than you had been slapped at junior school. It was only later that I worked out the reason for this. With the. .. I'd become content with hairy legs, faded pants and saggy bras.Since Simon had dumped me out of the blue, several months earlier, I'd decided to give myself one big makeover. Gone was my mousey long, lank hair. I now had a sharp, golden blonde bob. Gone were the big thighs and rounded stomach. I'd lost two stone and spending three times a week at the gym had toned and defined my body. Two weeks in Spain had given me a beautiful golden glow and it was about time I treated myself to some sexy. . But anyway, yes, I understand that kind of dream. I once dreamt I was giving a presentation to an audience, and my fly was broken and kept being wide open. ...Maybe the prim and righteous don’t have a monopoly on those kind of anxieties.??Prim and righteous? Why do you say that? I don’t think that applies to me. Except...??Except you’d rather not show too much skin. Otherwise, no, it doesn’t apply. ...Except there is a certain ...like, aura of virtuousness about you. The kind of. Barbara and Martin Winslow joined Tom and Lisa at their table. They had a chance to talk briefly and find out a few things about one another before the second session started.Barb and Marty, the names they preferred, were from up north near where Tom had spent his vacation. They were in their early twenties, and were married for less than a year. They went on to tell the teens they lived in an old lighthouse and were interested in learning about color darkroom techniques. Living in the.