The next week was a busy one. Both Gavin and Fiona had another big event coming up - their school exam results were due. Gavin had sat his standard gr...des the year before and achieved an almost perfect seven credits, all of them at grade one apart from German, which was a two. He was now waiting for the results of his highers - five of them; English, Maths, Business, German and Modern Studies. Gavin's choices of subject were all about his vision of a life in business. The language recognised. "Jennifer was an inch or two shorter than me, and probably outweighed me by a good twenty pounds. It must be like that line in the old James Garner western, 'Puberty hit her hard.'"So Diana sings?" Better than me. Almost as good as Paula."I smiled. Things were looking up. "Do you happen to know where she is now?" It was lunch period, though I hadn't gotten near the cafeteria yet. Probably lucky, considering they were serving their version of meatloaf today."She usually skips lunch and plays. Come see where I work.” He took my hand and led me behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen. A couple of young Somali guys, tall and skinny, were cleaning up. “You don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty,” said Willie, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. And there I stood, buck naked in his kitchen while he carefully folded my dress and placed it on a clean table. The Somalis were bug-eyed by then. He was back to kneading my breasts and I was watching something. It meant she could punish them harder and take much more time doing it than if they meekly removed their clothes and went over her knee without much fuss.“She says you swore at her and argued with her. That you told her that you didn’t care about missing orchestra practice as Rebecca wouldn’t smack you anywhere near as hard as Miss MacKintosh would for letting her down. Is that right, young lady?” Joanne Wilson could feel herself becoming moist between her legs.Gabrielle thought to herself for.