Struggle as I might the girls held me inplace as Danica jammed the wig onto my head and held it firmly in placefor a few seconds while the glue set.I ...ould hear the murmur of crowds in the hallway as everyone startedmaking their way to classrooms returning from lunch as the girls draggedme struggling toward the same door they had pulled me in through. Butone scrawny guy can not fight off five athletic women and before I coulddo much about it I found myself being shoved out into the hallway.In. My experience in stopping rumors is to challenge the one spreading the rumor."She nodded and then grinned. "There is a faculty meeting at ten tomorrow morning, Nancy, March, you are invited as my guests. I want to brag on my son and his fiancé."March said, "All right, Mom!"Nancy said, "I am proud of my fiancé and don't mind being shown off with him."Missus Laura, you know that March is the star of our show?" I had expected that you would think that might be true. However, Nancy, you are. Who was the man known as the 'Jackal'? The question had nipped at his heels all through this entire case. It occurred to Bulldog that it might stand for Jack L. as in Jacque La Reynard, the sly fox from Quebec; or perhaps Jack Lupus a shaggy mongrel from the West Coast who had never been collared by the police. Was he hiding out here in 'Our Fair City', having gone-to-ground deep in a den of thieves and murderers? Certainlt he was involved with the intrigue at the municipal bow-wow boarding. Earrings dangle form my head.My feet are inside black heels, tall but not porn tall. I am wearingpantyhose. My breasts - yes, they're mine - jut out from my chest. I amher creation, lovingly shaped into her creature.I search her face for a clue as to what she wants to talk about. Am I introuble? Am I going to be spanked? Not naughty, playful spanking butvicious punishment spanking? Is it another dinner party where herfriends will sneer at me, or laugh? Is it a third party I am to.