I could give you his mobile number, but it would be better if he called you back, if that’s all right? It won’t be more than an hour, probably les....”“That’d be fine ... you’ve got this number?”“Yes, sir. Is there anything else?”“Not at present, thank you.”It was, in fact, less than half an hour before my phone rang.“Hello?”“Good afternoon; am I speaking to Mister Steven Thompson?”“You are. And who am I speaking to?” (Yeah, I know it should be ‘to whom am I speaking? But who talks like that? Um. ”“I don’t quite believe that, so maybe he should be the one teaching you about this novel rather than me. Sound fair?”What? How could she even be thinking of making me talk to that asshole by myself about a book about some sweet!“Miss, please, I’ll do anything. I’ll read the book right now, just... please,” I pleaded as much as I could, almost dropping to my knees.Clearly amused, the teacher smiled and said, “No need Miss Smith, it’s decided. Mr Damner will be tutoring you about this novel. Now try this one and 'fuck' forget the bra. You have a decent set of tits on you so display them with pride". That comment nearly floored Shirley for never before had she heard her friend utter the 'f' word and then to back it up with 'tits' was something that she struggled with for it went all against what she had been taught. However, Helen was her best friend and certainly was well groomed and really what she had didn't come close to the garment that was now presented to her. "A bit flimsy",. It was not more than 15 mins walk to our B&B, but after a night drinking ciders and shots I soon needed the loo, Steve said that he thought all the loos would be locked at nearly midnight, he stopped a couple rushing home and asked them, they said a public toilet on Lytham Rd might stay open, so we hurried there as it was roughly on the way home to the B&B on Withnell Rd. I soon spotted the dimly lit loo and hurried off, my heart sank as I saw the Ladies Loo all shuttered with the dreaded “Out.