A young man for the position, he often drew attention from the girls and mothers alike. He prided himself on the job he was doing in keeping the girls...pure and unspoiled by the temptations of the outside world. The girls at Holy Cross did not have the typical distractions of modern television and pre-pubescent boys. Jacob sat at his desk looking over the courtyard at young girls milling around. He admired a small group of senior high girls gathered around one of the more popular girls, Cassie. ‘Well…today Trish told me she joined the staff of the school newspaper,’ she said. ‘That’s good,’ Nancy said, ‘students should be involved in clubs and things. You belong to the drama club, don’t you?’ ‘Yeah, but I didn’t join the drama club to get Mr. Prendergrast to go to bed with me,’ Dawn said, and made a face. Mr. Prendergrast was in his late fifties, fat, and usually smelled like sweat and stale tobacco. ‘What?’ Nancy asked. ‘Trish joined the newspaper staff to get Mr. Morris to…to go to. ”“Like your Kòngzhì Rén?”“Ha! You are well briefed. Yes, I think your methods must be much like ours. A systematic way of doing things. A thoughtful approach to each problem. Which reminds me, thank you for filling the gap left by runaway. I shall tell Ms Daniels that you have helped a lot.”“I should have told you about his - well - dress sense.”“Cha! Makes no difference here.” Madam Chao laughed. “He dress as we like but interesting to have girls get a different challenge in their domination.. “Ready to shake your booty” I asked as I climbed behind the wheel. Claire looked across at me and smiled “ I don’t really fancy going to the dance, do you want to go down Long Lane for a chat instead”? she replied. A chat, I thought to myself give over, dressed like that and she wants to go down a lane and chat!Casually, not letting on what I thought about the possible implications of her suggestion I replied “O.K. if that what you’d prefer to, er, chat”? We set off and I drew to what I knew to.