”He didn’t stay to talk or socialise as he often did, he had a far more pressing matter to deal with.Lucille came downstairs, her movements slow, ...her nerves showing through her every tiny movement as she entered the lounge, wearing her more modest uniform, the swell of her chest covered, her sleeves long and her skirt falling to her calves.“How… How did it go?” she asked gently, noting him as he sat at the kitchen table, a glass in one hand, whiskey, neat.“I lost.” He said softly, his voice. I asked the bartender for another drink and indicated he was to give one to my new found friend.He offered me his hand. “My name is Charles, beautiful lady. And who might you be?”“Rebecca, but call me Becks.”He was obviously reluctant to release my hand as he held it in a firm grip that sent a shiver up my spine.“Is there a Mr. Becks?” he asked.“Yes. However, he is six hundred miles away.”As we sat there, I shift in my chair. I move my legs, crossing them over, my right leg over my left,. She closed the locker and spun the dial.Debbie shrugged. She pulled the piece of gum from between her teeth into a string, wound it around her long fingernail and sucked it back into her mouth."I missed too much school, you know, when I was pregnant and all. They made me take it over." She glanced at the other k**s as if to see if they heard. "So, like, what's your next class?" Math," Pam said."I got English. It's downstairs. Really boring, I bet." Where's your locker?"Debbie pointed to the. He towered over the three Thai girls who were only 4ft 11ins. They quickly locked the door to the gym so there would be no escape for Stuart until he'd satisfied all three of them; not that he was likely to be going anywhere knowing what he was going to enjoy.In the centre of the gym was a t****ze hanging down from the ceiling that could be raised or lowered by a handle mounted on the wall. The t****ze bar was about 5ft long and had adjustable straps attached at each end. Another identical bar.