Ellen Bronstein looked over the students. They ranged between a baby of just two years old to three senior citizens of seventy plus years of age. Me...tally they all were between five and eleven years old. The twelve and older children were being taught at the junior and senior high schools since they had far more knowledge to draw upon.Ellen herself was now a twelve year old boy, which made her field of expertise a bit embarrassing. She was a sex education teacher. Her specialty was female. The music and crowd noise were all jumbledtogether and overwhelmed the microphone. Fred had a difficult timemaking out what was being said. Having no other alternative; he got outof the car and followed his partner into the club. If he couldn't hearhim, he felt he should at least be able to keep an eye on his colleague.Fred ensured his wig covered his ear piece and stepped into the lions'den. His heart was pounding as he paid his cover charge and worriedabout being reimbursed for it without. Her eyes, a mix of grey and blue, had a laugh in them and were looking straight at me. Her lips were full and round, with a subtle hint of pink as she turned them up in a smile. I was so struck by the sheer beauty of her face that my eyes didn't wander much that first day. She walked up confidently to the counter and looked at my co-worker. When she spoke, I thought I would faint."Hello, Sharon. Can I get my usual please and the name of your new co-worker as well please?" Of course," I heard. "With that a button was pressed and I was raised by my arms so most ofmy weight was on my arms, the light was turned off and I was left therefor some time.After what seemed like hours the light came on and I was lowered to thefloor, my arms and shoulders in agony. And Mistress White told me, "Youbetter get some sleep, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." Andthe light was turned off again.When the light next came on, I assumed it was morning. Again, my armswere raised above my head but.