"At least she acknowledges my academic expertise, I think."Second, that's actually not the point. The point is that it's the owning and training of pe...ple that we enjoy. Selecting just who will be suitable. Stalking them. The hunt. The capture. The great pleasure from watching as they struggle to come to terms with what has happened to them and then watching them struggle again with adapting to the new opportunities we have given them. Not that they have any choice, because disobedience, or. They'd become good friends, had eaten out together several times, and had even gone to different events and even taken one trip together in the few years they'd become friends. Then, one night, the two guys got their heads together and they cooked up a plan where one of the guys would go to the other one's house and spend the evening in the other wife's arms. And the second husband and wife would swap in the same way. They both talked to their wives and everyone agreed this was the best way to. I tried to avoid looking around, but couldn’t resist. The door closed behind me and I was aware that there were at least three other people in the room. They would all be able to see me standing there. Naked. I looked round and saw five ladies standing there. Student teachers, Miss Bryony Parkinson the PE Mistress, Miss Natalie Atkinson the English Mistress, Miss Rebecca Curran another trainee English Mistress and Joanne’s Prefects, Emily Saleeb and Deputy Head Girl, Lindsay Pinkham. Joanne. But then Travis used a technique which is often effective on playgrounds and national politics: just say something over and over, and it won’t matter if you have proof.“Lover Boy! Lover Boy! Lover Boy!”“Shut up!”“Lover Boy! Lover Boy! Lover Boy!”Travis said it nearly a dozen times more until Paul, in utter frustration, told the biggest lie yet:“I don’t even like her!!”A teacher happened to notice the noise and the tension and, as per her job, broke things up before the two boys could come to.