He walked up to her desk and asked, "Are you ready for me?" as he gestured at the piles on the other side of the window. She took off her reading glas...es and gave him a hard stare."Okay, Mr. Teacher, what have you got?"A century ago Brendan would have cringed at the misuse of the word "got" in good English. Now, it was just another irritant and reminder of his new station in life.Brendan led the way to the front. He explained how he had sorted out everything and organized the letters and. I need to go I have school tomorrow. I look forward to hearing from you again, I hope I can trust you. Sweet Dreams!”“Yes I love your pics, the last one was more than I could handle. You can trust me, afterall I can get into trouble not you. Talk to you later.”As I was about to close my window I received a new message.“Just wanted to give you one more tonight, hope you like it.”I opened the picture to see my daughter sitting in her bathroom, legs spread with her hairbrush shoved in her with. She watched through half closed lids as Candy and Prudence smiled coylyat the spotty-faced youth. They were flirting with Pimples under theirlashes, their bodies stretching sylph-like and acting up on his behalf ashe looking at them through the viewfinder of a camera. Pimples was notthe most handsome lad in London and he seemed to have a mind as broad asa thread of cotton, while his conversation never seemed to rise above hisnavel. He had been making blatant overtures for sissy favours since. Shaw, Hannah Shackleton." Actually my name is Eileen Middleton, so you are the whore that my husband is fucking."Not surprisingly Hannah was very much taken aback but Eileen continued "Don't worry, I am not here to try to take him back." "So why are you here?" Hannah blurted out."Well he told me that it was a wonderful part of the country, which it is." But there are other B&B's in the area," said Hannah, still not fully composed."Yes but no others with my husband and his slut in them, where is.