He is going to say something he is not comfortable with. “I hoped it would be.”Is he saying what I think he is saying? I had assumed he only kne... in the theoretical sense of the word, not from his own experience of being the one on the bottom. I cannot help but try to find out. “How vould you know how it feels?”“How do ya think?” He is still staring resolutely at the ceiling. “I find it hard to believe you vould let someone do that to you. After all, you are only very seldom villing to. I liked her and vice versa.We agreed to meet Sunday late afternoon again. The lesson went on fine. At the end I asked whether I could invite her as a special thanks to a restaurant as I did not want to cook. She said this is a good idea. We decided for a Thai restaurant, and to meet there in 30 minutes. On my way I had a couple of phone calls. In the restaurant I told her, that I’m married, but on a sabbatical and was brought up in Germany. She told me that she was not interested in marriage. Angelina put her arms around my neck. My hands reflexively went to her waist. Her cheek pressed against mine. I could feel her breath in my ear. ‘Do you remember my graduation?’ she whispered. ‘I asked if you wanted to take me out to dinner. I was eighteen. You were my favourite teacher. I was no longer your student. You knew I liked you. And you liked me.’ I did like her, but it was in a platonic teacher-pupil way, I would not let myself be attracted to one of my students, especially one like. "Now" she boomed in that grating voice, "it's time for you,Petula, to be petticoated and frocked ready for your mother and sisterto collect you. We only have 10 minutes left before they'll be here,and we want to look nice, don't we - sweetie?" I could have died, butwhat could I do? Not only were they bigger and stronger than me, a mere13 year old boy, but in a tight pantie-girdle any thoughts of escapewere futile. So I could only follow the three of them out of thechanging room in my.