Public place, sensible, she’s already at the table. I want to kiss her, but we shake hands, hers soft and small in mine. She stands up; that dress should cover everything but is unbuttoned for a flash of cleavage, lace, and thigh - surely on purpose? We talk and laugh, and I want to buy her a drink, but it's not appropriate this time, and I can’t stop watching those lips and that swell of breast and flash of lace… and, just like that, she stands up and says, “Thank you, Mr Mearns. It’s been a pleasure teaching Bobby this year.”