But she had confidence that she could get them back on the right track.Meanwhile she decided to leave the remaining members of the family at the table... and retire to her bedroom. She needed a good stiff cocktail after the ordeal of lunch!Nancy looked after her grandmother as she left the table. Even though she was only 10 years old, she was beginning to feel like a hundred! Her little brain was chocked full of information... most of which nobody knew but her. Life had become far more interesting. Locke swallowed hugely, but remained transfixed by my display.I drew slow circles on the desk with my twin pointers. Mr. Locke's eyes followed every movement. Not wanting to interrupt his fun, I read the rest of the page numbers off his list upside down and wrote them down in my notebook. Even when I had the assignment copied, Mr. Locke did not take his eyes off my breasts. I had never seen someone so mesmerized.I should have left then, but my devilish streak resurfaced. Instead of. He returned to stand in front of her. His right hand seized one of Emi’s naked breasts and squeezed hard. Her first reaction was shock, and the desire to twist out of his grasp, but Birch was watching her closely, and Emi knew that how she behaved would reflect on him. She could smell Mr. Smith’s aftershave, see the flecks of grey in his hair. He was taller than Emi, even with her heels on, probably 6’4”, and Emi was very tall for a woman. He was very thin, too, but with a wiry strength. ”“So his dad’s name was Ivan, then?”“Yes. That’s ‘John’ in English. If I followed the pattern, I would name my first son ‘John Michael’, though ‘Peter Michael’ would be possible, too.”“Wild! Well, that’s a LONG way off!”“For sure!” I agreed.“So what’s your penance? I mean, if I’m allowed to ask.”I chuckled, “Your usual one is some Hail Marys and Our Fathers, or maybe a decade of the rosary, right?”“Pretty much, yeah. My dad says it’s like a car wash - drive in, get clean, drive out!”I laughed,.