Audy, our typing teacher. He was very strict, what you'd call a "by-the-book" sort of person. He was middle-aged, balding and although he was very tal..., he was rather fat, with quite a prominent belly that hung over his belt. He had a thick moustache and beard which had flecks of white hair, and everyday he wore a suit and tie. Always neatly dressed. The other pupils were afraid of him and the other teachers really respected him.Since there were so few students in typing class we were well. ‘Goodness, yes!’ Jane didn’t say anything more but went through the lot again, very slowly this time. She seemed to drink in every detail, and now and then she went back to a picture she’d already seen. When she’d seen them all again, she sighed deeply. ‘Exactly what my book needs,’ she said. ‘Brilliant!’ Lizzie smiled broadly at her. ‘Thank you very much,’ she said. ‘I am never sure if my clients will like what I do. I’m very happy to hear they are alright!’ ‘They are,’ Kevin said. ‘As always.. "Quiet, Jim," June said. "Aimee's in God's hands now." Aimee doesn't believe in God," I said, quietly.June said quietly. "She doesn't believe in the Judeo-Christian God, but she believes in her own concept of it."I reluctantly handed Joy to June.The tears that I had been trying to hold back started to flow freely. Aimee... my precious Aimee... was dying and I was helpless to do anything about it!June directed me to a chair, and I sat down. "She's dying, June!" She left us a wonderful present,". Her anus was sore and greasy. She loved it.Candlelight dinner in the Barrington Ballroom had been overwhelminglyromantic. Coach had gotten dressed in the other room and waited in thehotel bar for her to get 'dolled up.' He'd been extremely patient.When he came back upstairs, he was so dashing in his dark suit that itmade her blush. His reaction to her appearance was everything she hadhoped it would be. He could have banged her right there and she wouldnot have cared. But, she was glad he.