You’ve got guilt written all over your face,” I lied.My wife was clearly shaken both by my outburst and whatever had taken place over the past cou...le of hours. She took a few moments to compose herself then sat on the arm of the sofa before answering. As she sat the hem of her dress rose up her soft, smooth thigh and I couldn’t help wondering whether Alan’s hands had been in the same place only minutes ago.“He… he wanted to fuck,” she confessed. “But I wouldn’t do it.”“You didn’t fancy him?” I. It was fucking great!! But soon it began to subside and reality began to crash back around me,I quickly tidied myself up I began to straighten my hair,all the time thinking ‘what the fuck do i do now’. Should i creep out the front door and pretend I had never been there?Should I confront them and have a real slagging match with them both?In the end I decided to do a bit of both. I went back to the front door opened it,shut it loudly and shouted out at the top of my voice so that they could not. ”Ayame looked up from her reading. “I too have idea. In my high school we had a group, it’s gakusei-jichi-kai—eeh, self-government student organization...”Roger interjected, “Yeah, student councils.”“Yes, that’s it. Every school did. Here too?”“Here too,” Cynthia agreed.“So couldn’t the people in your school’s government contact other school government people? In Japan we had intergovernment councils too.”“That’s a wonderful idea, Ayame! And I know someone on our school council; Danielle, she’s. ”A few months later, Rachel greeted Patrick with “Sam’s school report came today.”“Is it OK?”“His teachers report that he sits alone and lunches alone. He does well on his exams, but does not appear interested in any of the material.”“Yes?”“I’m worried?”“Why? I hated primary school and found Scotch College tolerable, but little more. And I had you in the early grades. He’s got no one. Gordy had Jacky. We know Sam can read and do arithmetic.”“What can we do?”“I don’t know. I’ll do some reading.