Beatrice was old school and she believed in discipline. There had been many a time when she used her wooden pointer on a bare fanny both boys and girl... alike. Beatrice actually enjoyed having 18 year old girls bent over the desk with their skirts flipped up and their panties down around their knees while she spanked their bare bottoms. The same was for 18 year old boys with their knickers and underwear down around their knees. One day the boy students revolted and the tables were turned on. All three now looked like desirable young women. Indeed each boy now seemed to lust after each other in a peculiar manner."Harry you look quite cute," said Charles smiling from behind a veil of long hair.With the wigs attached securely, the next port of call was to the hairdresser who would help them style the hair appropriate to the era and that meant it would need to be piled up on top of the head and only let down of an evening.They returned to school their hats perched on top of their heads. You'll meet all of my children too."Eduardo was not sure of my really having children so I sent both boys the images of each of them. Eduardo soon said, "That many?" Sure, we need lots of help to build the ship. Let me show you what it looks like now, then what it will look like and finally how big it is compared to you now." Ya," was his reply but he was very excited.I showed the framework as it now looked like and then I zoomed in to Margaret as she worked on a large part of the keel. She. “Drive,” he ordered after he climbed into the front seat and gave me back my now bloody keys. Using the pistol, he motioned me forward.“Where?” I asked nervously as I started the car.“Shut the fuck up and drive,” he shouted angrily, waving the pistol towards the windshield to indicate that I should drive forward, which was west.Despite my nervousness, I almost laughed as he fumbled to put the seat belt on with one hand. It just seemed so ironic that he worried about his safety NOW. I drove.