Something that's nearly impossible with the techniques we have available these days.Then I started to examine the background on the two men, to see if...there was anything there that would help explain what happened to them. When I searched their house, I found an old bed in the basement that had restraints still attached to each corner, with evidence of old blood and bodily fluids all over the mattress. Unfortunately the mattress had had cleaning fluid poured over it, making it impossible to get. If he hadn’t left we could’ve bitched about the letting agency together, whined and complained and had common ground and it would be us against them. But it’s not.If only I could rewind. If only I could have kept my mouth closed about the water bill and turning off the tap when he brushes his teeth. If only. But it matters. To him, it doesn’t. “It’s not as though we can’t afford it.” He’s right. Just about. But what about the pay rise I didn’t get and the deposit we’re saving for? What about. By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully with the barista while he started filling her order. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and. My teacher.She was just as affected as the rest of my class, and by the time I had stood up and made my way over to her, she had moved off her desk was standing there almost naked. She had stripped out of her pencil skirt, blouse, bra, and was in the process of sliding her knickers down her legs.Miss Sif’s body didn’t disappoint my adolescent brain’s teacher/student fantasies. She was slim and toned from the hours spent in the gym with my mother, which, combined with her youth and good.