Linda was a retired secondary school teacher. She had taught just about every subject during her long career.Most evenings, Basil and Petal sat in her...lap and she taught them to read and write. They had found that if they were touching her, she could understand them as if she was talking out loud to them and the lessons went ahead in leaps and bounds. Bette and Gazza had no compunction about picking Linda’s brains when she was with them.By the end of the month, the flickers had their written. Henderson, is Tom home? I have some assignment notes for him.”“He is out reviewing films or videos, or whatever you guys do to prepare for a football game,” she said with an absent-minded wave of her hand. “Come in, I was just about to make myself a martini. Would you like one”?“I have never tried one, but always open to new adventures,” as I followed her inside and closed the door behind me.I have always felt welcomed at Tom’s house. His mom had a way of making you feel mature even through. He could introduce them slowly, maybe the cuffs, then maybe some of the whips. He could never imagine himself striking her but he’d do it for her, and that’s when he felt it, something around his ankle and yet it felt so light it was just something he had imagined. But then something tickled his thigh, his side, and his ribs. He could imagine Heather there, a firm grip on his foot, her hands up his legs, fingers tip toed their way up his ribs and dug into his arm pits with her thumbs, her body. Brook smiled and sat down.”Thank you” He nodded his head and went to take his seat across from hers.” You look good too Kevin” She declared as a big smile spread across his face.The waiter came to their table with his order pad, pen and menus in hand. He took hold of the menus and set one in front of her and him.”Good evening! My name is James and I will be your server today. What would you like to drink?” The waiter asked pulling his pen out to write it down.”Umm I would like some water, and.