Twenty-TwoSometime later, stepping out of the shower, my eyes met Yolanda, standing in the bathroom doorway, rubbing her eyes, looking dishevelled but beautiful.
“You're up early,” she said through a yawn and padded over to the washbasin and waited whilst a fine mist drenched her perfect face. Instantly refreshed, she turned and flashed me a smile. “I thought we could get some work done.”
“Work?”
“Yes. All that schoolwork that you've backed-up – remember school, Simeon? That thing we're supposed to do?”
“But I've got things to do, Yollie – I can't…”
She came over and snaked her arms around me. My stomach did a flip as she wriggled her pelvis against mine. “Work, Simeon. If you don't catch up they'll come for you and they'll take you to Finishing School. No one comes back from there…un
