I walked across the office the shear nylons swishing as I walked, I got a small digital camera from my bag, walked back and gave it him. He looked up ... I will pose for you if you like. He looked stunned but it didn't take long for the smile to reappear. I sat back on the desk undid a button or two on my blouse and crossed my legs sliding my skirt up my thighs as I did he clicked away and was soon giving me instructions as to how to pose.. I asked if he liked what I'd worn, he did, I asked if he. Definitely not. I concentrated onfinishing my breakfast. My mother drummed her fingers on the table, alsosilent. When I stood up, she finally asked me."Oh, Jame, may I ask..." What?" Why did you dress up? I know you hate your good suit." Do... do I look bad in this?" I asked, self-conscious. I wanted to keepit on, but one word from Mom and I would put the suit back."No, you're very dashing." Mom smiled proudly. "But this isn't yourregular school outfit."My school didn't have uniforms. At least,. She handed it to me with a smile. I looked across the table at her and said, “Where is the cashier?”“This is just a sample of things to come,” she replied.After the muffin, I went to the room which Ameer and I shared. Once inside I took a shower and changed into clean clothes for the day ahead. If the negotiations dragged on, I would need to find the Yacht’s laundry facilities, I thought.Negotiations resumed at 10AM local time. Over night the captain had moved the ship a hundred mile from the. The man before me did not seem to inspire me as he once did. It seemed that one of my childhood heroes was less than I remembered him to be. He was still a good teacher, the students respected or feared him, and some of the girls were infatuated. I could see some girls that simply stared at him and he gave them more than their share of looks in return.Before, the girls were glamorous older students with much more developed chests. Here, they were simply teenage girls that had problems with.