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Brian said something to the effect that he thought Miss Carson was making it all up, a foolish move that ended up with him being grabbed by the ear, dragged to the front of the class and asked to read out the appropriate passage from a dusty old book that turned out to be a 19th century manual for household servants. The rest of us, all busily pursuing a “let’s keep quiet so we don’t get ourselves into trouble” approach, just tried to remember it all.Then came the practical. It was a bizarre set up. Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all far too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things properly for Amanda and Sally here, you MAY be allowed to try serving Miss Matilda or her guests.”First of all we had to lay up a table for afternoon tea. Miss Carson stood by. The interior was high end, leather sofa’s, worn, but chic. A log fire was made up, but hadn’t been lit. We sipped our drinks. “You’re looking fabulous Kelly,” Linda said, “who would believe you’re Sara’s mother.” “Come on, show us the rest of this place,” I said, taking her arm, and kissing her cheek.It was all there, main bar, with booths for those that wanted a little privacy. Several rooms led off the main room. She walked ahead of us, showing us around. We ascended the stairs, her shapely arse swaying in front of my face. I remembered it so well, the shape, the firmness. The taste. I suddenly had butterflies in my stomach.“And this is the room for dance’s, or…..well other functions,” Linda said. A stage at the far end, and bar nearer the double doors. We chatted, my legs curled up under me. The sofa’s were low, and Linda’s skirt rode up, revealing a lot of thigh. How I remembered those thighs. Sara was quiet, listening.Eventually Linda got to the point. Cash flow. Or rather lack.
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