"Not the school I attended either," Aisling said."Tut,tut,tut !, it is never to late to atone for some wrong doing,just think how disappointed your pa...ents would have been in you both for not attending school;oh deary me,I do wish I had had the opportunity to mend your ways !" Sr.Gertrude said,there was a strange,sinister smile on her lips.John and Aisling exchanged glances and Aisling nodded."We would be open to being chastised now for not turning up at school;if that is possible?" John. Please let me,” she huffs in a gulp of air between each word, then lets the next spasm in her abdomen force the whispered plea from her pouting lips, “Please. Either let me, or stop.” I pull my hand from between her legs and fold it in my lap. I regard her panting, perspiration glazed upper lip as it twitches with thoughts not quite ready to be spoken. Her eyes search me again with questioning anxiety. She looks around the room to make sure no one is paying our table too much attention.. The rest of the names were completely anonymous. She might have recognized some of the faces if she saw them again. A couple of them were pretty good looking. She might have to call some of the numbers and make dates with the guy one by one and try them out again to see which ones were which. "That might be a fun little game," she thought.Olivia was questioning the writing on her mother's butt now, since hers said eighteen and she had, what seemed more than eighteen names and phone numbers on. It wasn’t that they didn’t love me, I’d always known that they did, but they loved their shared passion for anthropology almost as much.My father, Simon, suffered a minor heart attack. Usually, that wouldn’t have been a big issue if he had received medical care at the time. Dad had his attack deep in the Amazon jungle. It took Mum four days to get him to civilization and proper medical care, and the resulting damage to his heart was more than it should have been.As a result, my parents.