This was her complaint and she is the one they want to talk to." But what about Tom?" Teresa asked sadly."Well, I did tell Margret of my suspicions an... she did put that in her complaint," he responded calmly. "All we really wanted to do was get them to think about it, even if we have no real evidence. Two or three questions put to Mr. Dominic Prandle and the matter will be cleared up once and for all. We just need to get them to ask the questions. There is no reason to get any of you involved. Mark walked out of the room and toward another room across the hall, leading Emma with the same groping grip as before. As they entered the empty room, Emma turned to Mark. “Are we seriously still doing this? We just got caught by a teacher!” Mark snorted a small laugh. “Don’t worry about it. The teachers don’t give a shit about what we do.”Emma’s mind was racing. She tried thinking of any excuse to justify or get out of her current situation. The only thing she could muster was “well.. I.. I. ” “Question answered.”And we did. As we drove there I tried to do some quick maths to see if my statement of having spent more time in John’s car without clothes than with them and I think that the statement is still true.John parked outside the front of the pub in the little car park in the middle of the village. He told me that there was a bigger car park round the back but Ken only opened the gate if there was a function going on. It felt a little strange walking to the pub door wearing only. Suddenly, she had a strange feeling that she was being watched. She looked across the room at the door, which was open, but there was nobody there. The window was on a second floor, so there couldn’t be anybody there. And then she realised that she had missed something. There on the armchair in the corner of the room sat a cat. A black cat. This was not an ordinary cat mind, but a cartoon of a cat. She immediately thought that someone had played a practical joke on her by leaving a cardboard.