" GREAT!" I replied. "How does noon at that new place just down the street sound? Let's meet outside at a table." Sure" he said, now losing interest. ...I guess that will work."He then finished breakfast and left, kissing me half-heartily on the cheek. Once he was gone, I cleaned up the house and tried to keep busy. 'What was going to happen?' I thought to myself. 'HOW could this be happening and what would happen next?'I packed a baby bag for my daughter and began prepping for my lunch. At. This day she'd been wearing a navy blue skirt suit, white blouse and navy tights. On seeing this I immediately said yes and willingly followed her around the house chatting to her whilst she cleaned. There were some times as well where she'd got her back to me and was bending down to pick something up from the floor so her skirt billowed slightly and rose at the back. These were great as the bottom of her control top kept showing slightly through the slit in her skirt. After she'd finished. It was like it promised a secret connection between the two of them. Something only they shared.“I didn’t say I was meeting anyone.” Jason said, taking a few steps towards his teacher. Karla watched him approaching with that same secret smile on her lips. Because he was watching for it, Jason saw that her breathing quickened slightly as he got closer. “I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea.”“Probably for the best.” Karla said. He was close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly. And so on. Still, television makeup and wardrobe had obviously had their way withthese people, and it was an interesting newscast. They obviously didn'thave their full support structure on hand: for example, instead of theusual multi-camera cuts, they appeared to only have one cameraman on duty,so going from one person to another involved panning the camera, makingyou a little dizzy. And the little story graphics that you got so used toseeing by anchors' heads just weren't there. But there were.