We stop outside a closed classroom door that is definitely not the Headmasters office. Mrs Copelyn orders me not to move and wait for her to return be...ore knocking on the door and slipping inside.I wait nervously and strain to hear what is being inside the classroom without moving a step, but it is no use as the pounding of my pulse in my ears is deafening. After what seems like an eternity the classroom door opens and Mrs Copelyn emerges followed by my best friend Kelly {de} who is also pretty. "There's got to be something we can do." She scowled. "If we just had a handyman working around here."The old woman narrowed her eyes. "You know I'd never let a man work here in ..." She stopped suddenly, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "Anya, dear, you've just given me an idea!" She picked up the phone and began to rapidly dial.**********"Just what the hell were you thinking?" The fat man was very angry, judging from his beet-red complexion, the tone of his voice, and the way he was. After setting her drink on the bar she extended her hand and said, "I'm Jennifer Rawlins". I shook her hand. "I'm pleased to meet you, Jennifer, I'm Michael Nolan." Jennifer lifted her eyebrows. "Michael, not Mike?" "You just introduced yourself as Jennifer rather than Jen or Jenny. I think I can raise the same question." Jennifer smiled. "Touche, I like you, Michael Nolan. You know how to stand your ground." Shaking my head, I said, "I wish that was true." "Oh my, that was a telling remark if. I created NP-fingertips near my head and started feeling the hood. It felt like it was made of canvas. More feeling around, and I could tell that it was about twice the size of my head, so very roomy, but I could feel that it was not loose around my neck. It was tied mostly shut. Not tightly, as that would have already suffocated me. There was easily an inch or two of slack around my neck. Every time one of the bumps bounced my head around I could hear the sound of my hood rubbing against the.