I live on the outskirts of Blackburn in Lancashire. I have a teenage daughter and work as a Teachers Aid at a local comprehensive school. I feel happi...r with my life now but it could have been very different. When I left school in the summer of 1986 there was not a lot of choice in what you could do. A number of industries had closed down in recent years or relocated elsewhere in the country. Some of my friends had found employment, some went on to Youth Training Scheme’s, some did nothing but. They get it in taxes, then when you try to do something, they fix it so you have to pay YOUR money to do it THEIR way.”I’m liking the old man. I hope when I reach his age I’m like that.I’m liking life in general right now. My two lovelies and a delightful third are arranged around the coffee table, a growing stack of discarded paper piling up as they go over some chunk of advanced math for Sandy’s benefit.“I SEE it now,” Sandy said. “Sitting in class, that instructor just rolls right over these. Like now when there was this 16 year old boy,who sat himself purposefully opposite of my seat. He tried to peepbetween my of course well-closed and crossed legs and under my shortskirt, but mainly he stared at my buxom bosom. First I pretended not tonotice and a woman always notices such things, but then he sank deeperand deeper in hope to catch a glimpse. So I stared back and arched abrow. He grew beet-red and rose to sit straight immediately. I smiledinwardly, but kept my stony face.An hour. “Just keep us posted. We’re all about to go crazy with worry about them. Please let us know as soon as you find them. And when you get back, I want to know where your ... interceptor came from and that,” she finished as she nodded to the communicator.Arlene smiled at Mia. “Could we use your bathroom before we leave? The ... facilities onboard our fighter tend to be, uh, somewhat less than private.”When they were seated in the interceptor, Selina turned to Arlene. “Thank you.”“For what?” Arlene.