The day she came, the winds were coming in from the east and we were a bit worried. The nanny came right up to our room. We hadn’t remembered seeing...her before. She locked the door and introduced herself as Mary. We introduced ourselves and made conversation. Eventually she asked us what we knew about sex. I replied that it was the thing you did for babymaking. Not if you’re lucky, she said. Moreover, there had to be some fun in it, otherwise it was just wrong. We were confused, so she asked. Hey at least I don't have to get all my papers duplicated." Yeah, your driver's ID, the registration card..." Insurance paper, my medical cards..." I added, absently ticking items off on my fingers."And let's not forget that little certificate for an evening of erotic bliss that your wife gave you for Christmas."I froze, my mouth hanging slack. I'd forgotten about having it inside my billfold. With all the aggravation it had slipped right out of my skull.Ellen's mouth crept into a wry. “It’s very nice,” Elizabeth said in praiseworthy tones. “I love the furnishings. Did you select them?”“Yeah,” he answered. “I’ve been here about three years and picked things up one at a time. It suits me, and you’ll find everything comfortable. When I’m home, I like to relax, watch movies and sports. I’m not much into regular television broadcasting.”Walking to the kitchen, Elizabeth looked inside. “It looks to me like you do some cooking.”“I cook a few times a week. Being by myself, it’s. “Why look at photos that don’t do lace justice when in our midst, as Caroline so generously shared with us at the beginning of the class, we have students wearing lace right here and now?” Everyone held their breath. The girls started blushing and realised their mistake. “So would the girls please come up and stand in front of the class?” “Sir? Are you sure?” some girls stammered. “If the five of you are not all wearing lace underwear then you lied and I’ll have to take measures.” Caroline.