After receiving six strokes she was sent to the Principal with a note.Jack Roxby was sorting some time-tabling issues when Jenny Wood came into the of...ice.“Another girl to see you.”He took the note. “Send her in.” He looked at the attractive black girl. “It seems you are wearing non-uniform knickers. How was that infraction discovered?”“Madame Peche was whacking my arse with a ruler. Sir.”“Why?”“For laughing at Kathy squirming on her caned arse.”Roxby picked up his cane. “Shall we. ."Victor said, "What tipped you off?"Karen said, "I am a cop remember. I saw at times nail polish on yournails when you are Victor. Also traces of Lipstick on your lips."Victor said, "You know I am hard up for cash and the owner didn't wanthire anyone new. The owner did not want give me any more hours."Karen said, "Yes that is true. In fact you are very good at what youdo. Be you Vickie or Victor."Victor said, "Thank you. You know this is a gay bar."Karen said, "Yes I do. That is why I come. I muttered, “Well, best go home.”With a crack of a twig and a rustle of fallen leaves, another figure appeared, equally feminine and equally obscured by the dark. She stepped up close to me, showing herself to be the other woman in the bar, and said quietly, “No need for that.” She stood before me in the dappling of light, her hands coyly behind her, looking straight into my eyes. “Amazing. I think that woman likes sex through the eyes better than in the belly.” After a second she added, “I’m. Everybody imagined it to be such an extremely hot and cool place, just because of the name. But it neither was hell nor could you find a restaurant at every corner. No, the apartment was in Upper East Side, just one block away from the Guggenheim Museum directly facing the Central Park.The person throwing a party in the fancy apartment did not own it. He did not have to, his country owned the place. The French attache des arts had invited politicians, artists, the inevitable celebrities and.