With a loud squeal, Mary was forced to follow her hair, stumbling half bent across the room to run into the end of another's bed.With the nimbleness o... someone regularly taught to jump into the saddle, Molly jumped astride Mary's back and shoulders, pushing her head down into the bed while reaching forward to grip and part the girl's buttocks."Which hole are you going to take Martin?" she asked eagerly, her smile broadening as the young girl heard and fought to escape.An audience had grown. I knew better than to ask what it was all about.Mrs Bancroft was dressed in a leather miniskirt with her stoking-topsshowing. She was wearing a red satin blouse, opened to reveal her amplebosom, red high heels and her hair was styled, as one would expect, andher makeup heavy. I found my eyes drifting between her and Mrs Cashmorewho was dressed similarly, only her blouse was blue and her heels black."Go and change Wendy. Please confirm that you performed you cleaningduties at home before you. I clutch for my bag and fumble the clasp. Retrieve one of the keycards and slide it onto the bar."4109. I'll be ready," I lean in again and whisper, "Sir."Turning, I make a catwalk runway show of leaving, swaying my hips and praying I don't topple: the wine and minibar combo's dulling my periphery. The only thing keeping me sharp is the adrenaline spike.The elevator journey's a blur. As is the gaudy carpet lining the fourth-floor corridor. And the green light on my door lock.Only perching on. If you had, you would have touched up your gorgeous lips afterthe second cup of coffee Louisa. You don't need to rush this but youneed to respect that you're become something new. It takes time, careand constant attention."She paused and turned to me, then kissed my cheek. "Thanks for being myfriend Tess." So close to my lips, my heart is racing Louisa. Can you try again,please?"She understood my joke but swatted my hand away."I don't need a lover, I need a girlfriend!"By term end we spent most.