He’d love to be the horse for you. You know, Alex. He’s always nice to you when he visits. How about you and I walk over and talk to him.”A shak... of the head.“Well, there are a couple of other lads available. Who do you want to carry you?”She pointed at me. I looked around nervously. I really didn’t want to be doing that.“Are you sure, sweetie? I’m not fourteen any more. I don’t think I could keep up with all those lads.”She scrambled to her feet. “I don’t want to go in the races. I just want. I suddenly became aware of what she was asking me to do. I tried desperately to place my hand somewhere that would not touch her breasts. It was the first time that I had noticed how large they were. It would not be the last.I saw Katrina let out an amusing smile. I placed my hand close to her neck bone and we walked up and down the Dojo. The whole point was to walk at the pace of your partner and keep your distance. Walk like them, not like yourself and keeping a steady pace.At one point I. He was immediately on her back, his belt quickly around her throat."Tell me or I'll... !" I... don't... know" she sputtered, the belt choking off her air."TELL ME!" he shouted, tightening the grip on her neck.She knew that Wendy had accepted Mark's offer to move in so she could gather evidence. The two had found the disc while Eric and Mark were both in class and Wendy had taken it to the police. She grasped at the belt but Eric's grip was far too tight. Rhonda felt herself losing. In fairness, most of it is harmless and I’m sure it’s been happening since the beginning of time anyway. I don’t mind occasional banter but I do not flirt with older men in the office or look for relationships with colleagues. Just not my thing.My duties that day were to cover for a PA who was on her honeymoon and I was having to PA for her boss who was a Partner in the firm and something of a big cheese. He was young-ish as they go, about 40, quite tall and broad, ex-army I think (the posh.