I stood still just staring into space. “Miss Simpson?” The Headmaster looked at me and pointed the cane towards the boys, “What are you waiti...g for?” Bart and Millhouse began sniggering as I blurted out, “But Sir…I’m a…girl!” “Yes Lisa you are, but as I told you last week, if you continue behaving like a boy you must be punished as a boy. I can’t make exceptions.” The Head told me. “Yes sir,” I sniffed as I turned away from him and bent forward. He began at the far end of the line; each. I have to admit, it was fun. The routine continued. Then one day she decided to see if my job was easier than hers. I grumbled, but was helpless.He was laughing when he got home. "Interesting day." Was it easy?" I asked, nursing my poor feet. I'd forgotten how hard high heels could be sometimes."It certainly was. I just gave all my work to other people. It's called delegating."I shook her head and felt the long hair swirl around. Rhonda switched us back after I worked out and walked the dog.. Suddenly a man came to me and asked me how much. at first i didnt realize what he asked but then it dawned on me that he thought i was a hooker. this made me intensely horny and super excited. i was feeling like i was in a dream and dreamily i said 1000. then he stopped a taxi and asked me to get in and i got in after him. the taxi raced in the heavy traffic and came to a shop like a place except there is nothing on sale. he got out and led me in.then there was a counter and he paid 1000 and. He smiled as we walked away from his tasting station and a new crowd gathered around him.The lady’s room picture was a full frontal of Christie. It was also her turn to get in the front seat but first I unbuttoned one more button on my wife’s blouse but from the bottom this time. Two more and she was done.The one that I picked next had very few cars in the parking lot and the women didn’t like any of the wine. It looked like something left over from the hippies. The lady’s room was an outhouse..