He’s not living large, but he has to eat.”Barbara gave a thoughtful look. “I bet he could bury a lot of lunches on his expense account, maybe a ...ew breakfasts and dinners as well.”“Hmmm, interesting. I bet his company would want to know that.”Barbara’s jaw dropped. “That could get him fired!”“I didn’t say we would tell them. Knowledge is power. The more we know, the better. Anyway, he’s living very low key and quiet, except for one final thing. He has been seeing a prostitute.”It suddenly. I had not bargained for our first date being the next day, doing Christmas shopping in the city and returning library books, followed by tea and crumpets back at her flat. It was good enough for me: I was dating a girl, and a pretty one at that. I didn’t care what we did, as long as we did it together. There were other things I’d have liked to do together, but it was early days. Little did I know how far away those ‘things’ would be. Over the meal it transpired that she was going home for. There were six of us that night and we had the same thing done to us, so we were not alone and somehow the old man managed to do something to us and get away with it, but my point is, at a rich girls school, sex is a big thing, perhaps we all had more male testosterone than average girls, and egos to match, but fucking and taking turns with the same male, was the norm, the older and more decrepit, the more value points you gained.So using up my value points all these years later, I decided to. It's a huge room filled with all sorts of sports equipment. I give her hand moving some gear around and then take a moment to sit and collect my breath."You look exhausted." Gee, I wonder how she noticed that."Yeah, I'm not in the shape I used to be." What's the matter Joe, you seem down." I don't know Carla, well maybe I do. They tell us when we're young that school days are the best days of our lives. Then when we get old we tell our kids the same thing. I only just realised it's true. I.