To his surprise, I started to jerk him over the desk.“Giorgio,” I whispered, “I said hard-ons in lesson time are not tolerated in this school, I...didn’t say it was wrong.”I could feel his eyes close as he let out a gasp of realisation.“We can’t have young lads like you wandering the corridors with hard cocks like this. Can we?” I whispered into his ear while making him even harder.“No, miss.”“Now, are we clear on what needs to be done in future about this?”“Yes, miss.”I squeezed him hard before. I’m not going to do the whole act, but just relevant to what you guys chatted about. Won’t be a minute.” she went into the house proper, returning fifteen minutes later, holding a full plastic tumbler of water and a tea towel; music playing from inside. The other thing Herbie noticed was a towel fastened round her waist. She wore the same sandals as per the leisure centre.“Do you mind if I take a video?” he asked her, brandishing a device. “For the lads heh heh.”She acknowledged with a smile. Patty’s Day you must honor that promise no matter how hungover you are. No excuses allowed. It took a couple of hours for me to get the chance to talk to her. The bar was packed for St. Patricks Day and I lost sight of her. I figured she had left. Then fate stepped in. We were on the waiting list for a table for over an hour before one opened up. When the waitress led us over to our booth I had to grin. My group ended up at the booth next to theirs. Being the fifth man there I had a chair at. I invited them into my office and, over wine, gave them a rundown of what I had seen and done. Granny Eltman was the only one to show any untoward reaction: she said, "That so-called King in the throne room is a construct! The man you saw with the women is the real king."Rolf was the first to ask, "Why would they have a fake King presiding over the realm, and why would they keep the real King alive if they had a perfect substitute?"Granny Eltman said, "I do not know the why of it, but the King.