I spit my mouthful of tea in the sink and coughed loudly.“I would have a solution – whatever does she mean?”“I don’t know – but she said i... was sure proofed.”“Go ahead and make yourself a tea – you know where everything is – I’ll be right back I need my glasses – left them in the bedroom upstairs.” I slowly walked down the hall and rushed upstairs closing the bedroom behind me. I went over to the bedside table and grabbed my mobile and called Jess.“Hello 2783.” She still had the annoying habit. The end of Part Three:When Good Schoolgirls Behave Badly, Part 3 Rory and Paris, Meeting with The Paddle.Disclaimer: I do not own the show Gilmore Girls or any of the characters, as they belong to Warner Brothers and their studio partners. Any coincidence of names is strictly in the mind of the author and does not represent any persons living or dead. This is a work of fiction and contains a firm paddling by the headmaster of The Chilton School to convey his lack of tolerance for the way. . until Hayley came. "I thought all you needed was help with the kids, but obviously that wouldn't have been enough. You seem to have needed something else to bring you back to life. You sparkle with vitality now, the way you used to in the early days, and I like that."Tears of guilt, relief and appreciation for the man she'd married were streaming down Katelyn's face. "Mike, I don't quite know what to say. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I never thought I would be like this with. There's lump here, a hard one." I'd better go," she said, tossing down her petticoat and skirt. I helped her up, kissed her gently, and then walked her home, leaving her a block from her house."Tomorrow?" I asked.She nodded and then walked quickly away. I went to visit a friend of mine, a young doctor who had many women patients, a man recommended to me by Madame Von R--, the master spy, one who had passed on some valuable insights to British intentions. He shook his head and said he would have.