I closed it, smiled and said quietly, “Yes, sir, I can get one of our year 11’s to show you around if you’d like?” He heard me, but leaned clo...er and said, “Sorry, I missed that,” with a stupid grin on his face.“I can get a year 11 to show you around if you like?” I blushed again, my cheeks hot, my heart pounding. “I’d prefer it if you could show me around,” he whispered cheekily, and almost as if he were telling me, not asking.“I’m sorry; I really can’t leave the desk...” I didn’t know how to. A couple guys even left phone numbers! We ruled out anyone living to close, within 15 miles. Then I chose 3 ‘Finalists’ and one happened to be on line at the time, and we responded, he wrote back immediately, and give his phone number, he was a 62 year old widower, he had a nice cock picture, long, fairly thin, he was balding, and kind of thin, without any facial hair. He said we could come to his house, and even gave us an address. We then consented to talk to him on the phone, my husband. They left me in the evening and the driver took me to a bar where he drank and he offered me too but I refused. Then he took me to a house in the night and he knocked the door and we went inside. There was a middle-aged man and he looked at me and told to come inside. I went inside and he asked to remove the dress and he took a saree and started to wear on me. I asked what’s happening but he told just to do what I said. He put blouse and petticoat and put saree on those. He gave me a ladies wig. Rillnam was equally fussy, over both John and myself, but a raised eyebrow was enough to back her off before she got too annoying.In addition to John and Rillnam, Lantral and Roger were present, their toddler daughters at home with their 'big sister' Linda in charge. Lantral was much less fussy about Roger's appearance; he seemed to have her well under control. Unlike Rillnam, her 'rank' (in her own eyes at least) was no where near high enough for her to make any criticism of the appearance of.