I sipped my vodka and coke at the edge of the dance floor watching my boss and some female work colleagues dance and groove to ‘Ring my Bell’ by A...nita Ward. I love to dance, particularly to cheesy stuff, where you can have a laugh and make an idiot of yourself – I don’t get serious dancing. I would join in, but the staff had a strict no drink on the dance floor policy – total bollocks. I noticed in the corner of my eye a cute young blonde dancing with a hen party yet looking at me, she smiled. There were lots of guys..." Look, I'm sorry, but..." PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE!" A loud voice with a clipped accent roared from the vehicle - apparently through loud speakers."But nothing, Rasida. You always make these remarks and you don't care who you hurt." DISMOUNT AND PUT YOUR WEAPONS SLOWLY ON THE GROUND!" the voice demanded."Well, I think you're being too sensitive," Rasida replied. "We've known each other all our lives and if you don't know me by now..." See, we are. " She was sitting on her bed removing her earrings, necklace, and bracelet with her legs crossed. I became aware of just how attractive she was for her age, and felt the old familiar stirrings in my loins as I watched her. "So...if I may ask, what were you doctoring for?", she asked. My face reddened, and I told her it was something of a plumbing problem. She chuckled and asked me to turn on the air conditioning switch behind me on the wall. When I turned back around, she had stood up, and was. .."* * *So now we had to get used to our new lives. Apart from ouraccommodation, not much changed for us at first. That their Mathsteacher had become a member of the aristocracy was a nine-day wonderto the kids in my classes. It certainly didn't improve theirbehaviour.There were five weeks to go to the end of the summer term, which forme mostly meant exams and marking. I also took my driving test andamazed the ladies in my family by passing first time. Susieimmediately claimed the.