.. I guess it was indecision, or maybe even concern about how I would react. I stopped toweling my hair and looked at her expectantly, forcing her to ...ust say it."You're going to get chilled with your clothes that wet. How about..." she faded off."How about what?" I asked with a smile, enjoying seeing her discomfort."Well, no one's going to be back until tonight, so it's just us. How about..." How about what?" I repeated with just a touch of force.She took a deep breath, reached for the towel. Then he arrived at school with his arm in a plaster cast. “They attacked me, Miss,” he said. “Doesn’t pay to be a teacher’s pet, you know.” He said it cheerfully and it was a shock to hear him admit to the situation. “Oh Joe, I’m so sorry,” I said, feeling the guilt weigh down on me. “S’Okay, Miss. It wasn’t your fault.” But in a way it felt like it had been my fault. It was my interest in him which had brought Joe to the attention of his peers, and ultimately led to the fractured bone in. She didn't set out with the intent to hurt anyone, while both of you did." She broke the rules, and nothing bad happened to her. If we'd done it, you'd have raised a big stink." Brenda was reacting to my including her in my indictment. To her, Joyce had been given a privilege that was specifically denied to her. That's why she was upset. She was trying to force me to take some action against Joyce."Joyce isn't like you, Brenda. When she does wrong, she knows it, and she already feels bad about. ’ That was a fantasy she could relate to, there were times when she could wish to be that woman, to rouse that emotion and desire in a man, to be a vehicle for his pleasure and release. Not that she thought it very likely in this age of women’s lib, with men too cowed by social pressures to allow their true natures to surface, deprived of the self esteem that is a prerequisite for the confidence required to satisfactorily take and service a woman. Long ago she had decided that men were designed.