There were about a dozen other Santa applicants already there, waiting to be interviewed. Each one of his fellow wannabes were in various stages of ba...ldness, obesity, and all older than dirt. About all he had in common with them, was a long flowing snow white beard and hair. The pretty, young lady at the front desk stopped her phone conversation mid sentence, speechless as Nick approached her desk. She stared as him for several seconds before clearing her throat. "M-M-May I help you?"Nick's. Ms. Jane noticed both of us exchanging glances. ''Quite right. But I have given up teaching, for which in a lucky way there is need for me any longer. I am living in a flat with my dear little friend here. Let me introduce you, Meet Ms. Lucy -Aamir.' her violet eyes laughed up at me; and the red lips parted in a merry smile. Dimples appeared at the center of her cheeks. I was done for! Yes; at only eighteen of age, with no experiences in the phase of love, I went down before this lovely girl. ”“What?” Charlotte squealed. “A uniform? I’m in sixth form, we don’t wear uniforms.”“Well, you do here, young madam.” Her mother stood, staring at her.“Christ, what a fucking country!” Charlotte turned on her heels and stomped back to her bedroom.--------------“Brown and yellow? Are you serious?”You could cut the atmosphere in the School uniform outfitters with a knife. Charlotte read the list again.“Girls will wear a brown v-necked jumper and yellow blouse with a brown skirt and white. The windows that were nearest the pool on the ground floor were from an unused bedroom. I wouldn't even have noticed it had I not been looking at the house, about 30 feet away.The louvered vertical blinds of the windows nearest to me were slowly being turned opened. As it was dark inside the room, I couldn't see who was doing it, but thought perhaps Suzie had awakened and was looking for me. Either that or Suzie's mother was inside checking up on me. Then I saw the lights come on from the next.