I let her have an inch and then held myself still.'Next? You go too slow we gotta start over.' She rolled her eyes as I flexed myself inside her.'Mebb... I wouldn't mind that either. Lemme see. You're real contained, you got enough money to live pretty good, you're real lazy except when you aren't, you'd run twenty miles rather than commit, when you say someone's a friend you mean it, and there's something in the back of your head that you don't let no-one see. How'm I doing?' Her voice was. “Ooh, yes please, Miss. Smack me so hard it hurts!” Lucy spat out before laughing.The young History Mistress sighed loudly and raised her small right hand in the air once more, pausing for a moment before bringing it down across the girl’s skirt once more.“Slap!”“You bad, bad, girl.” Pauline tried to sound angry but failed miserably.The eighteen-year-old Sixth former shuffled around on Pauline Manson’s lap and the History Mistress found that she had to push down with her left hand on the girl’s. She hated those damn paper gowns that never fit, your butt hangs out in the back and you can't possibly close the front. She sat and waited and after about five minutes a nurse knocked, entered the room and took Mary's vital signs; blood pressure, temperature, respiration, noted them in her chart and told Mary that the doctor would be right with her, and left the room.Shortly thereafter was another knock on the door. "Come in," Mary yelled.The door opened and Mary saw a tall, tanned, and very. Katherine went out to the office information staff and they were sending people away in a steady stream.Richard Walcom, prefect of this department, was talking quietly with a small satisfied smile on his face to Ikara Idenhoun, whom Katherine herself had placed, as she was so efficiently female."Richard, Ikara, we are very quiet today, only three new students. Have we got a problem here?"Ikara replied, with what can only said to be some confusion, "Oh, no, Katherine. After that first student.