With another ten minutes left between me and the apartment, and no convenient places between there and my current location to wait out the weather, a ...old soaking was pretty much assured. It had been a hectic day, starting out with a last-minute cram session for an impending aerodynamics exam, followed by the exam itself. After the test I had made my way to the library for a couple hours of brainstorming with several other students I had engaged with on a group project. This had gone fairly. At least he took of his shoe because if that man had caused arun in my pantyhose I would have slapped him.He was handsome, but he was loathsome. He wasn't the toady looking Mr.Henry. He had something attractive about him. Something that made my everincreasing female side realize his appeal to women. I knew that womenprobably threw themselves at him in the way that Mr. Henry could only wishand I could only recall.There was Mr. Kritikos, everything I was on the path to become before Ithrew it all. I found out that Mr. Phelps, the old middle school principal had died. He was an abusive, self serving lecherous old prick.I decided to visit his grave. I turned down the street leading to the cemetery. Wendy knew where his plot was and led me right to it.I stood over his gravestone, thinking about all the abuse and crap he'd heaped upon me and my friends during our time under his rule. I remembered how he had hidden his actions, saying he was "only trying to guide us to the 'righteous path'.. The culprits have probably gone back into the woodwork, but let's do it."When they got out to the car, there was no one in sight. Rusty carefully checked the car over before opening a door then Sally opened the trunk. They found a bug on each window and a remote controlled single shot device stuck to the top of each wheel well. A small limited range GPS transmitter was attached to the frame under the license plate.Sally got their weapons out of the glove compartment with their holsters. Sarah.