Not real long or real heavy, we knew we would have to leave soon.We had just gotten to the convention floor again when I heard my name called over the... PA. When I got to the registration table Joe and Mr. Cummings were both there and shook my hand.“OK Pete, you ready?” I said I was, and they brought me to a closed conference room. This was smaller than the one we did our presentation in the day before, but still looked like it could fit 50 people at least. There was a long table on a 2-foot tall. In the pub John had slipped a white box into my handbag, the box was unmarked apart from a simple logo across the front of the box, 'Terence Higgins Trust', I opened the box to pop the buttons inside, the box was half filled with condoms, I guessed that they were the kind of thing that would be handed out to working girls but how on earth would John have gotten hold of them I had no idea. Tony drove us to the village next to the one where I lived, he pulled up outside a small cottage and opened. Eight years old!” Kris exclaimed.With her lips pursed in the finest Miss Grundy fashion, Ms. Cumberland responded, “Some girls reach menses earlier than others. It wouldn’t be fair to deny them this knowledge of their own bodies.”“Oh...” Mother said, stretching out the word. After a pause she added, “Who teaches the course here in the high school?”“That’s Gwen Merritt,” Cumberland replied. “She’s very good. She has her master’s degree plus 30 credits already and she’s not yet 25. A wonderful. Or the embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Rose Ann. I should have known better. It won't happen again." See that it doesn't!" When she sees my shame, she relents a little. Laying her palm against my face, she says, "Look, Randy, I'm sorry to sound so harsh but if you feel free to make affectionate gestures like that, it's just a matter of time before you do it in the wrong place and in front of the wrong person. While it might cause you a red face, it could cost me my career. Don't you understand.