I can finally hear myself speaking,
I just can’t believe what I’m saying.
“Oh, all right then.
Just remember I’m the good girl.”
Joanne giggles.
“Of course I will.”
“Okay.” I stand in front of her and swivel so my left arm is nearest her,
then I bend down.
I’m wearing quite tight fitting black trousers and I can feel the seat stretching itself across my bottom.
“Be quick.” I caution.
“They’ll be here any minute.”
“Won’t they be bending over the chair, Clare.”
Joanne asks.
“Well, yes.” I say.
“Then shouldn’t I practice with you in the same position?
Just to give me an idea of the height, you know,
of the target, so to speak?”
I’m getting worried about the time.
It’s damn near four-thirty. “Okay.” I sigh.
“Just be quick, that’s all.”
