" Blake wants you" Louis grinned; Greta smiled as she wiggled her butt towards the stairs to the Captains office.Captain Blake sat to attention at her...desk, she had just finished sharpening all her pencils for the day, and then all was in order. A sharp rap sounded at her office door."Come" Blake barked in her most regal accent. "Ah, Officer Dillon, good, take a seat, now tell me what were you doing here last night" the captain asked."Here" Greta mumbled, her face coloring as she remembered her. . . *one* of *my* boys have gone onto lead happy, productive lives. I keep in touch with all ofthem. Most of them even remember my birthday and send meholiday gifts. They have become doctors, teachers, scientistsand police officers. Does that sound like they are sodiminished by their experiences with me?" Keep him talking,she told herself. Maybe he can talk himself out of this."It is not going to work, Jane. I am getting out of this theonly way I can. You can't keep me restrained. "Excuse me, I was pulled out from my trance by her voice. I found the girl looking at me with a shit-eating grin. "You know it's considered rude to stare at a girl for a minute without saying anything."If I was white, I'm sure I would have looked like a tomato, I let out an awkward laugh and looked down as I was afraid to look her in the eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare," I said whilst collecting my stuff from the table, I wasn't going to wait around for her to call me a pervert, that. "What about those?" she said, pointing at my legs. It was at this moment that I began to doubt my wife's sanity and determined to put my foot down. Twenty minutes later, apart from a few nicks, my legs were as smooth as a baby's bottom. (They actually felt nice, but I wasn't going to tell her that.) She brought me into the bedroom and sat me down at the dressing table. It was covered in all sorts of strange smelling bottles and tubes. Dr Jeckyll would have been jealous and I was about to.