‘It’s alright, Barnaby. It’s just that I don’t want my nephew getting arrested or being sent down from Oxford for disgracing himself. I know y...ur father regards those tuition fees as an investment, and I also know he wants to see a return on them. He’s not like your Uncle Brian, who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.’ Another rather squeaky fart escaped from Anne’s bottom and a rapid succession of soft plops landed in the pan beneath her. ‘That feels better. I needed that.’. When Mrs. Harrison joined our school as the new English teacher the following fall, I was immediately enthralled by her sexual appeal. The fact that she was married was by no means discouraging me. If anything, the extra challenge of trying to sleep with a married woman was an added thrill. I'm not the brightest student, but my grades were good and, for the first time in my life, I sat in the front row in Mrs. Harrison's classes. Obviously, this was not due to a sudden interest in English. .. get yourself a nice strong fella. Starttaking the pills. We can get hold of 'medication' which, after you'vetaken it, doesn't make it seem quite so bad. The third alternative iswhere I come in.This one came in here trying to negotiate a fourth alternative. Thereisn't one. He had muttered something about the two of us being friends.By that, he meant that I would look out for him, make sure that hewouldn't be raped. And in exchange, I'd have the honour of hisfriendship.We have a little. His lips grazed mine as he spoke. "You," he said, kissing me again. I pulled away from him and leaned back resting on my arms. I just stared at him, studying his facial structure, his strong features. I admired him for a second as he stared at me. "How much do you want me?" I asked trying to be seductive. He laughed lightly. "Right now? A whole damn lot." I bit the corner of my bottom lip. I studied him further trying to find words to explain him. I gave up, no words could ever be able to.