She wore a black gown to dinner, sparkling with silver accessories. Her black hair, dark almond eyes and robust hourglass figure mounted on heels show...ed she was okay in the formal dress phases of competition. He would make a final decision after a closer inspection, a much closer inspection. They chatted about the work week daily schedule: exercise, arts and skills training, current events and policies for the Q & A, performance practice in the evening. Fiona seemed well cultured and well. Her mum, Andrea Hartwall, took no nonsense from the usually well behaved Katie if she ever stepped out of line. The softly-spoken young lady had taken quite a few trips over her Head Mistress mother’s knees for even the slightest slip in behaviour. And today’s slip had been far more serious than anything that she had ever done before. The extremely tall, blue-eyed schoolgirl continued to listen and wait for her mother to walk into the living room, gently biting her lip, knowing that her mother. Ohh crap. You are standing up looking at me, fully clothed now, one eyebrow raised questioningly. I turn bright red and start muttering something stupid about not knowing anyone was there, I'm just tired, it's late at night, blah blah. Great. Now you either think I'm some kind of perve, or just a rambling idiot. I turn around and grab my stuff from the locker, embarrassed. I turn around, heading to the sign out book, thinking you'd be gone. Off, away as fast as you can from the crazy girl. . The waitress brings our order and gratefully Michelle turns the vibrator off. I look up at her and say, “Thank you mistress.” She just smiles at me as we begin to eat our sandwiches. About half way through the meal I see her grab the remote again. I can’t help but say, “Please mistress no.” “Are you telling me what to do?” she harshly asks me. “No, no mistress, I’m not.” I try and tell her. “Uh-huh.” Is her only response as she turns the vibrator back on. She is going to drive me.