Simon spun back to face her.“Because that’s your profits? Pulling oil out of untouched ecosystems and turning it into plastics to choke our oceans...,” Dey asked, cocking her head. “I mean, you can’t burn guzzaline anymore. Though, my question is, if you’re some glorious king, where the fuck-”“Shut up!” Simon stepped forward. “Shut up! Shut up you fucking brown trash-rat! I am-” He stopped himself from his rant. His breathed in. Shuddered.Stood exactly in the right spot. He looked like he was. "In fact, I seem to recall you couldn’t wait to get into my knickers," she continued, her tone husky and inviting. "Yes well, we were both younger back then," he replied, his eyes flickering over her prominent bosom. "And besides, sex is one thing, politics is another." No, they're not, Bob, they are both the same," Alexa countered sharply. Then she took a deep breath. She wasn't here for in-depth political discussions, she was here to have fun, amongst other things. "You know, I might be a lot. But they won't stay happy for long if I don't manage to get the lines moving faster.She got to work on the two items in her notepad. As she wrote the time limit on the sign, some people booed but most cheered at the prospect of having their turn come up sooner. Then, she ran to the tables on the side of the room where her materials were. She had lots of different colored markers and was pretty good at drawing simple anime girls. She drew them with their mouths wide open, one with blue hair,. Dropping them into his satchel, he put on the alarm and leftthe house. *** ***"Ah Mr. Jones, you look awful. Are you sure you're feeling well enoughto be back?" asked Doreen on reception, with genuine concern as theharassed teacher walked in. "We weren't expecting you for a few daysyet, though I'm glad you're returned. We got a new girl yesterday andshe's a real trouble maker. You should have seen how she was dressed!" Ah, I'll have to look out for her Doreen," muttered Malcolm as.