She’d let us get away with almost anything when, we were kids. Her name is Missy, I always called her Mrs. T. She was short, pretty, and a little cu...vy. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, and wore these red rimmed glasses. She looked a lot younger than the late forties she is.It seemed like Mrs. T worked all the time. But Jimmy and I never used that as an excuse to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. She always seemed to know what we were up to. Even if we didn’t tell her directly,. I stood nervously twitching trying not to stare at the key tothe device, secured on the key ring displayed rather cruelly on thetable beside him.To be honest I was almost certain he was going to remove the device. My"sissy homework report" was also on the table. I felt it was done well.Complete and accurate with all the information he had required. I hadbeen open, honest and factual. I had tried to limit the amount of self-entrapping insight that might assist in my exploitation, but. "Hi," he said meekly. "I'm sorry for leaving so early ... I, uh, didn't think they would take so long at the bank." That's okay," Marissa replied, more curtly than she should have.Alan sat down at the table. He placed the thick envelopes on the table. Both of them knew what those envelopes represented.Neither wanted to be the first one to talk.Finally, Alan cleared his throat. "I ... um ... had a great time this week, Marissa." I did, too," she said with a sigh. She needed a sign from him.. When what to my wondering ears did I hear from a cave to the south, but, "Open up wide, fat boy and I'll stick this in your mouth!!"Creeping to the edge of a cliff there was a caveFrom which I heard a man cry out wanting to be saved!It was St Nicholas himself strapped face down ona large wooden table, arms tied down to a set of legs at one end of the table while legs he could move, yes he was able. My oh my, how his cheeks, they did glow!, and the whip in the green man’s hand said all I needed.