“Miss Simpson?” The Headmaster looked at me and pointed the cane towards the boys, “What are you waiting for?” Bart and Millhouse began snig...ering 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 slow deliberate ‘swish’ of his cane. "It should only take us a few minutes to pull in that canopy. It might not be traceable to you particularly, but it is traceable to whatever cognate purchased it on your behalf. Common sense dictates we recover it if feasible. Now hand me that gaffing pole over there, will you?"Ken didn't like this, but he didn't argue. He walked over to where the pole was mounted on a bracket. It was twelve feet long and had a wicked looking hook on the end. Designed for gaffing fish that had been pulled close. “Please, mom! I was just being nice.” “I know. And Margot appreciated it, believe me. Anyway, it's way past my bedtime and I’ve betrayed enough family secrets, so I'll leave you two girls to have fun, without me getting in the way.” She leaned over and kissed her daughter briefly on the lips. The kiss she gave Donna was much more lingering and accompanied by a gentle squeeze of her right breast. "She wants to get you into bed,” Belinda smiled, as soon as her mother had left the room. It was. I took my lunch to my car on Tuesday hoping to hear from Renee it seemed like forever but was only 10 minutes and she called me. I told her she scared me last night when she jumped of the bed I thought I had done something wrong. Renee asked when I was available. I told her Monday- Wednesday evenings were best for me. Then I asked her about her thinking about this for years and what exactly she meant. Renee explained that ever since her only c***d Roxanne had gone to college and came home and.