Nothing I had heard all week could make her anything like that. But the thought of being flogged was more real. Undoubtedly it would hurt but how much... And would she be gentle with me as it was my first time? What else went on between them? Maybe it would simply be a civilised dinner for three, a few glasses of wine and then bed in the spare room and home the next day. In truth that last option sounded as dull as anything. I really craved something more exciting. What actually happened turned. The one boy who was not reduced to tears refrained from doing so because his mind was distracted by what he believed to be a horrible travesty of justice, perhaps even more pressing than the unexplainable absence of the English teacher. He was perusing the 2006 edition of 'The Grammarian', noticing with an increasingly furrowed brow the equally increasing places where his honour had been mutilated; his name had been wrongly spelt! While this was not a new experience for the boy, whose name was. After some consideration, she decided to put a plan into action.Her next few days were spent doing everything she could do to tease him. She left her laptop open on her bed with porn on the screen, she wore an old pair of shorts that were now too small on her, she walked past him in the hallway while wearing only a small towel which showed both her cleavage and her ass, she even tried lying on her on stomach in bed in a nightie so he could see her ass when he walked by. Yet, despite her. I had raised myself in the pecking order amongst the other girls working on the street and had gotten myself a spot on William St where I could be seen more easily. One night I was approached by a guy in his 60’s or so. He only about 5.5” bald and a big belly. He asked me about the uniform and where I had got it. I told him that it was from a 2nd hand shop and he told me that he had recognized the colours as he had worked as the vice principal at that school before he retired. We went on.