Boarding school was a new experience for me; however, I missed my Mom,Dad and brothers and, although I would never have dreamed it before,even the nun...s. St. Mark's was a small school run by an order ofcloistered priests. There were no females at the academy at all; theteachers, as well as the support staff, were all members of thereligious order.This morning promised to be appealing at least. A small group of ladiesfrom the local parish had been invited to share breakfast with some ofthe. And don't think they are all men or there is any subtle kind of prostitution! They are often couples, sometimes even families! Clients' happiness will be your first duty, at any cost. This is a very important rule here: a client's dissatisfaction will be punished, as well as any other waitress' misbehavior. And this is the last thing I had to tell you: as long as you will work here, you will be subjected to my jurisdiction, and it includes corporal punishment if you misbehave. It can be very. ”“I know, but you never know. Just keep an eye out.”“Okay, promise. See you soon. Love you!”“Love you, too,” said Hubby, and hung up.Brenda dropped her phone in her purse and walked out of the office, locking it behind her. The building was mostly dark, with a few lights on to make the halls navigable. She road the elevator to the lobby. The night guard was apparently on his rounds.Stepping out in the street, the Venezuelan humidity slammed her in the face. A sheen of sweat sprang up. " Uh, okay, but you should know, they're only giving me one leg of the trip at a time." I said, "I think they've got watchers to see if I'm being followed." We surmised that this would be the case." She smiled, lithely re-fastening her wetsuit. "Do not worry. We will be able to track you without following, just as we did this time."Another kiss, then she was gone, taking the mask and fins with her. I waited tensely for the outcry that would signal her discovery by the crew, but none came.Jun's.