“It is my calling, Gale. I’m good at teaching.”“Your calling is using your fat cock to make girls swoon, Daddy,” Gale pouted. “You’re te...ling me you’d rather spend your days dealing with ghetto trash than fucking me?”“No, this was supposed to be a stepping stone assignment. I don’t intend to stay at this school forever. It is not good for my health. And as for fucking you, I’ll fuck you any time I want, where I want. This pussy is mine now,” he said, grabbing it and shoving two fingers inside. There was something much less satisfying about pushing the end button, than slamming the receiver down on an old fashioned phone would have been."Jeremy and Alice arrived. We played the calls on Carlos' phone with an instant translation program. The ones about buildings were of no interest to me. At five the call came in. The translation went something like this:Q10: Do you have the money?Carlos: I have made arrangements. I am to pick it up tonight on the way to meet you.Q10: Pick up the money. “Oh, but she’s still let you out to play for the night?” I tease, but make a point of touching him on the forearm to try and illicit a reaction. The smile he flashes back tells me we’re on the same wavelength, and as the drinks flow, the band - good though they are - become a mere distraction. I suggest we head over to a quieter little nook, so we chat properly and John follows me without hesitation. Sitting opposite me, a wooden table between us, he asks about my former husband and how I’m. Gill let him into her home and after the pleasantries asked if he would like a coffee. Settling down across the long dining table, Gill started to relax a little as Steve clearly knew what he was doing. “We need to get the bank off your back,” he was saying “and one way to do that is to re-structure some of your borrowing. However, you ought to sell one of the other buildings you have as soon as you can, as it’s bleeding you dry of cash.” This wasn’t quite what Gill wanted to hear. She had.