I was on vacation away from... (No, I'm not going to say it. I already said two not so nice words in one day, which is my limit. Let's just say it's a...very hot place.) and spent time traveling across the country. I happened upon a pleasant, small town with a lot of open spaces between homes. There was one house that caught my eye. Not so much the house, but the garden of beautful flowers and trees that surrounded it. The lady who lived there obviously had a green thumb. I admired the garden so. Her mind could hardly process the situation. She knew she was wrong to be so bitchy. Part of her knew she deserved to be spanked. But her pride told her she was the most successful account manager at the company and in no way deserved to be paddled like a schoolgirl. But finally, the rational part of her mind said that if she didn't go along with this, she wasn't going to be an account manager anymore come Monday morning. Finally, her eyes shifted. She said, "Fine. You've got me, I suppose.". "Who are you?" she said, feeling faint.Her identical image smiled cruelly and said, "Why, I am Veronica Lodge,of course."She fainted.Jughead laughed Veronica's triumphant laugh. He took a deep breath.Would it work? It couldn't hurt, he decided."I wish Veronica Lodge was Jughead Jones."Fascinated, he watched the beautiful young woman start morphing andheard her moan with agony. The sweet young flesh twisted and reshapeditself. Soon the new Ronnie was looking at 'Jughead'.'She' shuddered. "My. It was only when I started to hang out with the female teachers I worked with that I was finally exposed to sex gossip, something I'd totally missed in my high school years.Horny wives, swinging, threesomes, gays and lesbians, huge penises, teacher-student sexcapades, all manner of fetishes, these were all worlds I'd somehow missed but was quickly educated about in the common room of Syracuse High.All that this endless talk and speculation really did to me was to produce a slight.