.. very bad.The incident with Gerald Hill came up again. Bobby had attacked Gerald Hill and had to be pulled off of him. Lots of kids knew it was beca...se of what Gerald had said about fucking Melissa, but nobody mentioned that part. It was just ‘proof’ that Bobby was a violent person. And now Miss Middlesex was in the hospital.Melissa, herself, tried to calm things down, but she was a freshman, and nobody took freshmen seriously. When she insisted that Miss Middlesex had been tutoring Bobby for. I turned to face him as he stood in the doorway. "You're a very pretty little schoolgirl in your summer dress." He said still blocking the doorway. I felt a little easier. "Yes your a right cutie in that girls' school uniform." He added, closing the bedroom door. He couldn't take his eyes off me. "Thank you you pretty little thing." He said moving to sit on the double bed, only then removing his hands for his trouser pockets. I walked across to him to leave the room, my skirt bouncing off my. Ham realized that he hadn't lined up a date either, but with his looks and studliness, it wouldn't be a problem. Why was there lipstick on the page anyway? He rubbed at it a little, and some came off on his hand. "Lessee. Hair: Stringy, greasy, straight to the shoulders black. Eyes: Red and glowing. Skin: Scaly and green." Suddenly, Ham felt dizzy. Must have needed a break more than he thought. He brushed his stringy hair out of his sore eyes, the scales on his hand whispering over the scales. It didn't work. He told me to get on my knees and I had to comply. My Master told me to put my hands behind me in the small of my back and I did it. Z. was, of course, impressed and aroused. My master explained that he and my boss had come to an agreement. For stealing time by writing the disparaging emails, I would have to come into my Z's office on my lunch hour and stand, naked, in time out. Z would continue to take meetings and if anyone made note of my presence, I would have to explain.