<strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/>I strutted into the dining room with a smug smile, and grinned<strong>"Morning,"</strong>in response to Ari, twirling the revolver around my finger like a cowboy before putting it away. Sitting down at the table, I beckoned to Samantha.<br/><br/><strong>"A mug of coffee, two Weetabix and the Telegraph please,"</strong>I smiled, sending her on the way with a slap on the arse. I was tempted to give her more, but I thought I'd save my strength for later in the day. I looked on my watch to see how much time the girls had left. Five and a half minutes.<strong>"Are the animals looking forward to the next lesson as much as the students?"</strong>I grinned at Arnold.<br/><br/>My breakfast arrived, and I sipped the fine Columbian blend black, watching the door and munching my invigorating unsweetened Weetabix as I watched the door for the girls with a sadistic little smile.