"Yes, there is absolutely, positively no seduction going on here at all," said Lynne. Her smile was just as bright as his, and lasted while his crumbl...d."What an idiot," said Jill under her breath."No he's not," said Lynne firmly. "He's quite intelligent ... for a young man." She reached out and patted his hand, her smile tight. "So! What are we going to do tonight?" she asked, changing the subject.Jill looked uncomfortable."I was sort of planning on spending some time with Bob," she said."He's. You had me worried." Wanda, who else have you blabbed to about my early graduation?" Nobody, Why?" Do you have any idea what kind of problems you could cause if you told people I'm going to get out a couple of years early with a diploma?" I hadn't thought about it." Well, let me tell you. Plenty. Wanda, you can't tell anyone. I'm supposed to keep this quiet. I can't have my best friend fuck things up for me." I'm not going to fuck anything up." Wanda, it's what — eight hours since we talked?. The girls were not allowed out into town without a chaperone, so never had the opportunity to meet boys. Consequently the main topics of conversation, were boys and kissing. Pam and Alison would practice kissing on each other, in case one day they would meet a boy, and be able to kiss them with confidence. One night in their Dormitory after a birthday party for one of the girls, they had both drank wine that had been smuggled in to the school. They snuggled in together as usual, and Alison. My road map didn’t show the small lanes clearly enough. She pronounced the name as ‘Chefford’. I assumed that was the local idiom. I followed her instructions. She had told me that I would go over the river and the land on the right hand side was the ‘Chefford’ estate. Having crossed the bridge, the lane started to rise gently. On my right there was a hedgerow of Blackthorn, interspersed with an occasional tree. The Blackthorn was overgrown and needed layering. I was looking for the house that.