" Daddy?" She snorted and giggled, falling back a few paces until she realised he wasn't joking. She caught up with him again in a hurry. "Daddy?" she... whispered daringly and a little too loud. "What for?" Just a little game," he said, red-faced. "We don't want people to think I'm a dirty old man buying stuff for his beautiful, extremely well-developed young secretary, do we?"They had entered the shopping area now; a single broad, cobbled walkway between two rows of shop-fronts. Fluffy looked at. Our principal, Ms Harmon, stepped up the stage with Betsy Haley, ourclass president, and started the program.All of the representatives from the different homerooms were asked tostep up the stage. Ms Harmon announced each of our names and we climbedup one by one. Nikki was called and she climbed up. She primped and did alittle curtsy. Drew was also called, she did a hand flip before gettingin line, and got some applause.When it was Danielle's and my turn, Betsy handed our names together.. Once I had forgiven them, and it seemed to churlish not to considering their apologies, something I knew I would never get from Julie Morris, I told them her first name and, in general terms, how we felt about each other.I knew from then on, and from what happened during morning classes, at lunchtime and in the afternoon, that no matter what the long term held for Vikki and I, that I was now accepted for who I was.I looked up as I approached the gate and saw Vikki and Madeleine waving madly.. We could hear lots of banging and stumbling around and were all chatting excitedly when the door opened to see Mrs M peek around the door with her underwear on, she told us all to piss off back to the kitchen and turned off the hall light but not before we glimpsed Clive sitting on the side of the bed in his underwear.Holy shit … she was going to go through with it.After a few minutes we crept up the hall again and listened to moans groans and bed springs, we heard quite clearly “don’t worry.