"I thought you might say that. That's why Sandra's parents have made a request to the principal that this change be made." Did they say on what ground...?" asked Fitzwater, barely hanging on to his composure."Why would they tell me? I'm only her boyfriend." If they don't have a valid reason, then I won't allow the change." You know, while I don't know for sure, it does remind me of a question I've always wanted to ask you." What?" Why do most of your students have big breasts?"Derek saw the big. Paul’s inner voice sighed with relief.I can’t believe you got away without a slap for that one. She must be really drunk.“Awwww, that’s sweet. Why did you wait so long to say anything?”Like a true stud, Paul shrugged. “Dunno. Just didn’t.”An awkward silence followed. You’ve blown it, screamed Paul’s increasingly annoying inner teetotaller. Angela suddenly leaped off the bed and ran towards the door. Paul’s little fella was little again as he prepared to beat a humble retreat.“Back in a sec,”. But I caught Kerry looking a couple of times, and I think she suspected my undergarments weren't those usually worn by men. After lunch, Kerry came into my office, carrying a freshly cleaned dress. "Your wife asked me to pick up your dress from the cleaners, she said you would be sure to forget, and you needed it for tonight." I laughed nervously, "You mean her dress don't you Kerry?" She held up the black sequined evening dress, it was obviously far too long for Rachel to wear, and we both. Eton. One at Oxford. One through Sandhurst. Then Oxford. Bit of a waste. A more perfect pair of evil little shits you couldn't imagine." "Ah, well, I am something of an expert on evil shits." That drew a huge and genuine laugh. "You see, this is why I like you. You're too clever to do this, you know, you should be using that mind of yours." "I just made two thousand quid for, what, forty minutes work?" "I make that, about, too, but for me it's twenty four seven." "Yeah. Plus, you don't have.