She felt her hem rise, and tingles of nervousness rippled through her body as the rear of her stocking tops crept into view. Repeatedly she was mad... to walk to the table and bend slowly forward to deliver drinks to the imaginary customers. Tersely he would tell her what to do; “bend over more”, “quicker”, “slower”, “a smoother delivery please”, and each time her hem would climb up her legs showing more of her legs than she felt comfortable with, accompanied by an awkward prickly feeling that. Things I cannot repeat to a male." She grinned at him, pleased with her alliteration. "Made me blush at times."She decided not to speak of her discarded hip-hoops which she had crushed and smuggled home in her shawl. It was, obviously, none of his business although she was sure he would have enjoyed the telling."And so, come on, who was there?" Billy was amused as well as inflamed by her beauty and eagerness, her obvious excitement, her high color, her smell, her dishabille and her thoroughly. As I said it wasn't the best episode in my life, and for my sanity's sake I am trying not to remember." I could tell that Angela would like to know more but would not push."Millie has only recently gone through a divorce. Perhaps that could explain her problem, although why it manifests itself with you, I have no idea."I grinned cynically. "That's me. I bring out the worst in people."Angela shook her head vigorously. "No way. Mr. Hammond. If I were not happily married I would have jumped into. ”“What for?” I asked.“We were all at home, Mary and the girls came round for a drink, and we thought it would be good, and you wouldn’t mind, if we watched the final version of what’s it called? Star School?”“Star Academy,” I corrected.“So, Alison went upstairs and got it from your desk and we put it in the player.”“That’s not a problem,” I said, “I was going to suggest we all watched it tomorrow anyway.”“Well, David, it’s not the final version of Star Academy,” he said.“It’s not?” I asked.