. “Also, we have planned at least three minutes for you and Mr. Sullivan to speak, before your performance - and after... before the curtains close...to end the broadcast. I’ve asked Mr. Sullivan to consider letting you close your show, singing one of your favorites as the curtain closes and the stage-lights go out. I’m sure he will bring that up and hopefully let you stand out front, center stage with one spotlight on you, as you wind it down... “Now, if I see we are running behind, I will wave. "No, she has done escort duty to the opera and to a party and afterward to the gentlemen's chambers." And what assures you of her return?" My son Matthew observes her. He is both guard to my ladies and my eyes." He observes her in her purchaser's private chambers?" asks Dent."No. He watches outside on the street." Poor man," Cat chimes in. The Madam ignores the oriental "boy." We can't have that," Dent agrees. "But we can have a room for him. We have two beds and only need one." I need him,". So instead, I shrugged. “I guess.”“No worries, I got plans anyways,” he replied. “Just wanted to give you this back.” He reached around to his open backpack and fished out a textbook.“Oh, thanks,” I mumbled, opening my locker again and sticking it inside. “Cool, thanks. See ya!” He waved to me and off he went, doing whatever shady stuff he was doing. He wasn’t even walking towards the exit of the school. Part of me was tempted to follow him just to see what the heck he could possibly be doing. Even if the weather was cold and she wore a long coat, she'd always have on a short skirt beneath it that would ride up over her thighs as she got into the car and waited for me to close her door before going round and getting in beside her.The skirt would ride up even higher as she drove home and she'd smile at me when I reached over to caress the silky soft flesh of her thighs."Shall we have a bath when we get home darling?" she'd say, knowing very well that I'd been looking forward to it all.