"My keys were in my pants pocket. I must have locked them in the trunk," I said. Demerits, restriction to quarters and the loss of the Colonel's regar... for me were flowing through my mind.Karen volunteered to drive me to school. "Was that your school uniform I saw hanging in your car?" she asked as she changed gears."Yes but I have another one in my locker," I said, considering if my spare pair of shoes would pass inspection."You didn't lock the keys to your locker in the car trunk by any. M, which was the deadline I set. Any other advice for me?" Set an alarm when the meeting begins. Have it ring as soon as the hour is up. Put the clock right in front of you so all of them can see the time left. When the alarm sounds, get up and leave the room. They need to learn that they only have a limited time to present their ideas and get input at the meeting. If someone runs over his allotted time, stop him, don't let him finish on someone else's time." You must have a lot of German. " "Right," she said and thought for a moment, "I don't know much about that, but I can show you the basement." She led them around the dusty basement, pointing out where the pipes ran underneath the floorboards and getting more and more drowsy. They kept an eye on her as she drank the rest of the coffee, and in a few more minutes the workman said, "Thanks, I think that'll about do it. Oh, one more thing." "Sure, whatever you need," she said helpfully, standing flat-footed, square-shouldered,. I went in. I said the shower door was opaque. Sort of. It’s not clear glass, but it’s not a barrier either. In the mirror above the sink as I shaved, I could see the outline of her body as she showered -- the shape of her breasts, of her hips, her behind and legs. I watched her turn and bend, washing her top, her middle, all of her. When the water stopped, she pulled two towels into the shower stall and dried herself. I watched every movement. (It takes me a long time to shave.) She.