“Right,” said Mr Darby as Natalie sat down. “Here’s some graph paper. Whilst I mark your class’s test from today, I want you to copy out the...first five pages from your Log Tables. You do have your Log Tables with you don’t you?” “Yes Mr Darby,” she replied. “Excellent. Off you go then!”. He took off his jacket, hung it on the back of his chair, sat down, took the first book off of the pile he had brought with him and started making red marks all over the test paper with a flourish of his. " "Really?" I asked. "What clothes, I found some left over in a dryer yesterday" "May I see them?" she asked."Well it would be easier if you just told me what clothes you were looking for." A few pairs of undies" she replied with a blush. Now to this day, I don't know what came over me, (I'm not a mean person at all!) but I said to her "Well I know I didn't find any of your panties, they'd be really hard to miss with all those sk** marks in them!" She just looked at me dumbfounded and didn't. So after a huge meal and several pitchers of beer, I stepped up to themike at ten o'clock to serve as host for the next hour. We had agreeda rough running order. No one was excused but I put the less willingat the back of the queue, so they would be spared if we ran out oftime. I gazed out around the room. Beyond our table I could see maybethirty or forty more revellers in the semi-darkness. Most were smilingindulgently. Some, who were clearly not fans of boisterous stagparties, were less. First, I was divorced by my wife after 22 years of marriage and as she was my first real girlfriend, I am certainly very inexperienced and a bit uncomfortable about trying to find someone else in the conventional way. By the way, she left me, and although there was another woman involved, I hasten to add, it was not with me; rather with my wife."As incredible luck would have it and I hope a bit of poetic justice, a few months after the divorce came through I won a massive power-ball jackpot,.