We sat through the speeches and the meal, probably drinking more than we should as we barely knew anyone and the wine was free and kept coming!It was ... warm evening and after the meal the french windows were opened and people spilled outside. We were both feeling a little pissed so slipped out for some air. We found ourselves out on the balcony talking to a couple of older guys, Bill and Mike, they were uncles of the groom they said. Both must have been in their 60’s and were obviously quite. It had been stupid to break the dishes in the kitchen, a gesture of pure anger, and Miss Berry had caught her red-handed. To make things worse she had called the woman a "stupid cow", in front of the other girls, which, although close to the truth, was hardly diplomatic.Through the door she could hear the sound of talking, the Director's booming voice a little above those of two women. Berry was in there, of course, and Miss Saunders as well, a woman she had come to fear over the two years. Nathan said, "Come over here bitch," and led me back over to the side. When we were alone he said, "In this next one you are going to seduce two boys. All you have to do is let them do what they want. I want to see some smiling bitch. I want it to look like you love it. Just keep in mind that I know something that you hate a whole hell of a lot worse than this."I nodded and he returned to his seat. I looked up on stage and saw two young white boys. They were a couple of towheads and neither one. It stopped. Strangways stepped up to it and slid back the rear half of the canopy. Grabbing his hat to keep it in place as he stepped into the wash of the Lysander's propeller, Clegg stepped up to the short ladder. Strangways shook his hand and wished him good luck. "Piccolo," he said. Clegg looked puzzled. "Your code name," he said with exasperation. Clegg had been told about it many times. "Your contact will use it to identify themselves, use it if you need to contact us; when you're ready to.