"They then turned to other talk and proceeded to eat their meals. * * *When they got home, Michael was stroking his wig. He had grown attached to...t and didn't want to remove it."I'm keen to let sis brush it for me," he said as he headed towards thestairs. "Just a moment," said Liz, calling him into the living room.He ventured over and sat by her on the settee."Michelle, just for your information, you mustn't wear your wig in bed andit will need washing from time to time," she told him.. Doors and windows began to rattle,the classroom's corkboard walls began to 'breath' back and forth. Davelooked around in growing agitation, wondering why nobody else noticed thesudden change in the air. A static charge seemed to be crackling through hisveins, a hundred times worse than the continual buzzing in his ears.The skies were rumbling with purple anger when school let out around threeo'clock. Most of the younger children scampered straight home trailing theirbackpacks, far too sensible. Curl your hair.Make WafflesServe both of us breakfast in bed.Another day in this horrible French Maid dress. At least it was Sunday;tomorrow I would put my boxers back on, and I would never have to beTiffany again. I started off with the lingerie, like before bending theright way to fasten the bra behind my back was a struggle but Ieventually managed, it may have even taken me less than five minutes thistime. The panties were much easier and seeing that the girls had left mea package of. New slut! one of the other girls called, I looked and saw a tall creature with the form and proportions of a beautiful human woman but covered in vermilion scales and with a head that combined the features of a woman and a snake, not to mention a tail. Though monstrous she was a creature of beauty and I found myself turned on in spite of myself, around her neck she wore a blue collar and I knew she outranked me. Besides slut seemed to be a normal way of addressing one another in the pavilion so.