"Michelle’s heart skipped a beat, and the got the usual tingle she would get when waiting for the punishment from Mr Smith.“Get over the desk and ...et us see if my slipper can loosen that tongue.”The top drawer opened and out came a white plimsoll. Michelle almost gasped at the size of it as she lowered herself on to the desktop. Mr Smith's slipper seemed big, but this was twice as big and twice as wide. It was a size fifteen extra wide and actually belonged to Mr Jones who if Michelle had. "She suggested the same thing, Profess... uh, Sir," she beamed. "She's in the waiting room right now." That's convenient," I allowed. "Why don't you go ahead and send her in, Madeline." Maddy," she reminded me with a smile that was almost flirtatious. My imagination demanded to know what else she might offer to save her job. Thankfully, she quickly turned and left.The smile that had touched Madeline's face was nothing compared to the smile on Tammy's face as she strutted into the room. I barely. She was trying to get him to like her the only way she knew how...What the fuck? Why am I making excuses for this brat? She broke up my perfect relationship with my perfect boyfriend!Then it dawned on me ... what if it wasn't her fault? What if it was Luke's idea?So I locked myself in my room. People who were leaving the party were looking for me to say thanks for throwing it, but got Rachel's "thanks for coming, have a great summer!" in response to "where's Lauren?"I had changed into boxers. Quickly moving around the chair they could see an older man, in his late fifties to early sixties sitting in the chair, eyes wide open, but he was completely blue all over.Moving up to the bottle Gem quickly sniffed it and looked up at the group and shook her head slowly and sadly. It was the same plague that they had been transporting. Shaking her head she couldn't believe he drank it."Well it seems we've reached a dead end here. He didn't pick it up today because he couldn't and we'll never.