During the interval she took a quick look round the front garden and peeped through the window but didn't dare to go round the back. What she saw impr...essed her. At her flat she only had a window box. Now she stood and admired the small front garden filled with shrubs that partially hid the house from the road and a decorative brick path leading from the small wrought iron gate to the recessed porch and the front door. Her look through the window showed the lounge and as far as she could tell,. I did not even know who the other guy was and even if I did, we were not allowed to work together. I knew where the ladder was stored that I was planning to use. I decided to wait till after midnight and start with the dorm mother's room first. It was on the ground floor and I thought hers would be the hardest to do. She was always on the alert unless the assistant dean was visiting. He was supposed to visit this Friday night. I remember overhearing her tell him as she was using the crop on his. They walked back to the house in good spirits, hand in hand. Becky was sitting in the kitchen eating a jelly sandwich, her book bag on the floor, her plaid skirt hitched above her knees to reveal the pale flesh of her lower thighs."Jack," Emma said, disguising the dismay at her daughter's early return from school, "this is my baby sister, Becky." She's hardly a baby," the man blurted out, ogling the pretty blond girl."Becky, this is Mr. Donaldson."The girl extended her hand and the man took it,. One by one, the pogo sticks lost their spring and the girls joined their guardian in frowning.The woman scolded, “That is no way to treat your biggest fans, young man. I paid top dollar to get them back here and…” Connor looked away, covered his ears and ran past them to his dressing room. He slammed the door, locked it, and let out a cathartic and unintelligible scream.“That’s right, baby!” his agent, Denny, said from the desk in the far corner of the room. “You hear those crazy fuckers out.