If you had any respect for me as your mother, you wouldn't have... done those things. As she spoke, Madeline's hand drifted back toward her bottom."Is...this about the ass-fucking, Mom? Because if that's what bugs you, we don't have to do that any more--" Gerald!" Madeline barked, her face reddening. She took a breath before continuing in a controlled voice. "You see what I mean, Gerald? You will never have any respect for me as long as... as long as things like that are a part of our vocabulary.. I’m just really surprised that they settled for just a minute of us kissing.”Rachel’s eyes opened wide at Monica’s statement. It coincided with something she had been giving a lot of thought while she’d been in the shower. “Monica, what would we have done if they hadn’t settled for that?” she asked.“What do you mean?” Monica asked in return.“I mean just how far were you willing to go?” Rachel added.“I’m not sure,” Monica answered, as if she was considering the question for the first time. “But. You feel awkward and nervous as you knock on the old and creaking wooden classroom door. You slowly open it and walk inside without being given prior approval to do so by the teacher.Mr Hodgkinson has been waiting for you. He stares at you menacingly."Evening Brittany, I have been expecting you girl. You are very fortunate to get here on time, one minute later and I'd have had to add another hour to your detention. Do you understand me?" Mr Hodgkinson's aura is obvious and he is very strict,. ’ ‘Might be worth getting in touch with her,’ Monica said. A quick search brought up the contact details for Lydia Goldman, and she dashed off a quick email, a brief outline of the situation and a request for a meeting. Another yawn forced its way out, so huge she thought her jaw would break. ‘I’m calling it a night.’ Fran looked around the office. ‘Just you and me here,’ she said. ‘So much for the ‘stronger’ sex.’ Her fingers punctuated her sentence with imaginary quotation marks. Monica.