I skipped in delight, my hair fiery hair swinging about my face. My skirt swished.I reached the athletic building. I felt real wicked as I sneaked int... the boy’s locker room to find my daddy’s office. If I knew his schedule, he should be in his office. He didn’t have a PE class to teach right now. I licked my lips as I entered this forbidden room.It felt so naughty. Boys changed here. I bet they would love to have a nubile, fourteen-year-old girl wander in here while they were showering. They. They each were done in pastels. They also had alifesize stuffed animal of what they liked. I hoped against hope tofind one in my room of a wolf. When Jess opened the door, my breathwent away for a moment. There was something in me that loved howfeminine it looked. It was very pink, which if you had asked me before,I would have said no way too. But, now I loved it. There was a fourposter bed, which ws trimmed in white. And, just as I hoped, there wasa huge stuffed wolf sitting against. It was on one of these occasions that, having removed her dress, cap and apron, she turned to me and asked, "Excuse me, Sir, at what point do you believe my training will have been concluded?"I replied, telling her that, while she had made great progress, there were still further hills to climb. It was, however, my view that this was the point in time at which to begin a further attempt on the foothills of her readjustment."Your path of learning, Nicola, will be a continuous one but we are. He laughed and nodded. “You can’t even fill out forms correctly; there’s not enough spaces! That’s why everybody calls me Razor.”“Okay. So, what has that got to do with this place?” Tam asked, waving towards the bungalow. Razor’s parents owned Lakefront RV Park and Campground just outside of Springwater. In addition to RV sites, they also had campsites and a dozen small bungalows available for rent for those who wanted their camping to include a bed. There was also a thirteenth bungalow, though.