May I ma’am???Yes, you may,? interjected Adams.Realising her pretence was over as soon as Adams overruled her, Lady Kavanagh agreed, rather too hear...ily. ?What a good idea.?Peters pounced, two long steps, on his haunches, eye line level with her ass, nose no more than an inch from those stupendous double orbs. Perfect flesh, he decided. He opened his hands and placed them on her ass, one cheek a hand, thumbs almost touching in the middle.Peters started to kneed the flesh, up and down, up and. Anyroad us had to wedge the patform gates open as they didn’t reckon much to us not having tickets, and hailed a bus to get us down the West End.They are argumentative buggers Lunnon bus drivers. Down home they takes you to the door and helps you down with the baggage, up the smoke the says they has “Roots." We told him where the pub was but he said he were going to the Elephant and Castle. Proper obstreperous he were, so we started singing and when he still didn’t do as we said we slipped. There was talk that he wouldn't be allowed to park on school property for the rest of the year, at least.I suffered through everyone's apologies, glad when lunch finally came and I could avoid answering questions or talking about the experience.I paid for my food and was following my group to the table when Connor appeared at my elbow."Come sit with me," he said and steered me towards the back of the room, away from everyone else."I thought I was staying away from you," I told him, unsure of. Vicky and Drake had put me in a relentlessly upsetting position.As my wife had said, I was 'stuck in the middle'. But they weren't doneyet. Friday became bra day. I had to wear a pale-colored training braunder a shirt that was barely dark enough to hide it. There was still achance, I knew, of being detected. What if someone got a peek of theundergarment through the spaces between my shirt buttons? I spent everyFriday even more concerned that usual. And the rest of the week Idreaded Bra.