The meal finally finished, we told everyone to move through to the lounge. As everyone trooped through to the lounge, Dave and I were left as the last...two and he suddenly looked a little sheepish and apologetic. “Sorry, hun. If I overreacted a little. I was a little wound up, you know. About Chris being here during our special time. Sorry if I over-reacted a little.”“That’s okay,” I smiled, half meaning it, but also more than a little mad at Dave that he ‘d thought the worst of me and not. She wore only light make up, her complexion clear, deep blue eyes looked at him, lips framed in a light red lipstick, her tongue slipped out to moisten them as she began to talk."Our Board received your resume and was interested in your background with boarding schools in England, though, your previous position was short-lived. What can you do for us at Beardsley School for Girls as Headmaster?" She leaned forward in her chair, her breasts straining the buttons on her blouse as she did, waiting. I watch her being contorted and twisted for the men’s pleasure, letting her body go as they shove her where they want her. The ‘line’ looks busy for the moment, so I make a quick inspection of the kitchen, which leads off this room. There’s a light buffet and another fridge. I fill another glass with orange juice and soda, sensing that hydration is paramount. A couple of guys are standing around chatting while they fortify with a small helping of pasta salad. It seems weird to eat whilst such. ‘Well Burt if you feel like taking a swing at me, go ahead.’ Burt was bigger than Marvin but sported flab and a beer belly and being almost fifty, age was against him. He looked at the gym muscled Marvin who looked light on his feet, and that suggested speed and fitness. Burt rubbed his jaw and said he was quitting and would take the three hands with him. ‘It’s not necessary to go Burt. I guess the boys are in the foreman’s house. Just move them back to the bunkhouse and you reoccupy the.