Aunt Carol entered me into the school, but unlike some of the other girls, I would be able to live at home. I had the usual subjects, but unlike my o...d school, I had classes in "comportment" as they called it. I had to walk a small track with a book on my head, in short heels, twice a day, every day. I had to be well groomed, with my hair done, clean nails, and my work done. Otherwise I had to walk the track twice for every infraction. I walked it a lot, not because I was dirty or not. "Okay, Honey—but not today, eh! But I'd like to just walk around for a bit. Are we eating in or out tonight: I loved that bistro we ate in last time I was here. Is there anything like that we can go to, but I don't mind if we stay in." Yes, I'm sure we can find somewhere! But let's just sit here for a while and watch the world go by."Sarah always felt quite relaxed when she and Kevin went on holiday, but this was a different kind of relaxed, somehow. There were smart little cafés in the. I started to say so, but a warning look from you silenced me. Iknew that if I spoke and took charge, you would walk away and leave medesolate, my cock pointing vainly at nothing. I reached down and touchedit reassuringly. You asked if there was a way you could try it on me.The saleswoman nodded and took out a lipstick brush and handed me atissue to wipe off the bright red. Most of it came off easily, because Ihad only been wearing it a short time. The saleswoman took the brush tothe tester. One day the male staff were called into the catering managers office to be informed that the second chef had been fired for the persistent sexual harassment of a waitress, and that we'd all be given our marching orders if this sort of behavior didn't stop, adding, as a joke, "if you feel the need to touch an arse, do it amongst yourselves lads". And so it became a running joke, every time you'd bump into a male colleague you'd squeeze their arse or cup their genitals and there'd be talk of.