Despite the hesitancy of her general demeanour, her eyes blazed with desire. She made no move to disrobe but did not resist as I began to undress her....So that we should not proceed in total silence I asked a few questions and learnt that she was only seventeen years old and came from Zambia in southern Africa. Her family had sent her to stay with relatives in London to earn some money to send home. She was in the country entirely illegally and had worked in a succession of menial, low-paid jobs. I never got caught. The great guys kept quiet but I never expected the special reward I got. …My name is Miss. Dickerson, or Miss. ‘D’ as everyone called me. It all started with my classroom. It had to the side a conference room used in the past for something. I used it to have private conversations with some students with special problems. …A good looking guy student named Pete, had some personal problem he wanted to talk about. I took him in the conference room which had no windows. We sat. Would tonight be the night? I have come here on three consecutive Saturdays to find an answer, or to answer a longing.Well, perhaps three is a charm. I lock the car and proceed to the door. A wave of music and conversation greets me as I open it. I give what I hope is a friendly smile to the few faces that turn to witness my entry. I walk up to the bar and select an empty pew. An attractive young woman brings me the whiskey I order and I sit back watching some soccer on the wide screen. ”I looked back and licked my lips as I admired my brother. The shorts and tank top did nothing to hide the muscular physique his years of training had given him. Remembering what he wanted, I tossed the shorts I was holding into the suitcase and closed it.“Sorry bro, but there won’t be any shopping tomorrow. Julie’s parents were staying to help us get moved in and want to take us out to dinner before their flight leaves. After everything they’ve done for us, it would be rude to blow them off to.