?Uh, just this morning,? she said, adding, ?Master.? I nodded. ?That word seems to stick on your tongue.? ?I'm sorry, Master. I don't use it much.? Sh... shrugged. ?You know Bill.? ?Well, I'm happy to help.? We drove on. I found the lane and turned, bouncing over the rutted gravelroad. Michelle's eyes darted around, as if looking for something familiar.Still, she said nothing. We pulled up to a barn. I stopped the car and leaned over, running my fingersover her slit. She was wet. I held my. I don't know why you went into all that though." I went into it because I was worried you were too shy to deal with this particular topic. I'm pointing out that I asked a question but you avoided giving your opinion." The school board does set some guidelines but they are vague. I cover what I feel I must though." Tell me what topics you cover please?" Well first there is hygiene then there is what to do when a women has her curse." Instead of euphemisms, wouldn't menstruation or even vaginal. I hurried across; knocked on the door, and Dorothy letme in; leading the way up the stairs to the sitting room.I admired the way that she walked, particularly up and down stairs.It's hard to describe, but she moved as a compact unit; without anyloose ends and I wondered if I looked like that! After the usualgreetings, she came straight to the point:"Have you got it on?" Yes." How does it feel?" Marvellous." Did you manage to lace it by yourself?" Yes - but it's difficult." Ah, yes. It's mainly. .By the time she got to work the frustration had gone and she began her day passing out drinks once again. This time it was different, she was listening to him playing through the wall in her headphones. As she went through the evening, she fluttered around from table to table almost dancing. Finally, Lester could take no more and tapped her on the shoulder.“Listen, darling, I think it's great that you're having such a good time but what the hell are you listening to?”“What, oh .. yeah, it is.