Dan knocked the door, “Come in,” Eric ordered.“Now see here,” Elanore warned.“Why have you got the ass out of your dress Miss Hollingsworth?...�� Dan asked.“Makes fingering easier,” Eric advised.“He put superglue on the chair!” she explained.“Good job you had knickers on or you could have skinned your ass,” Dan observed.“She reckoned you fingered her pussy,” Eric explained.“That mangy flea bitten mutt, I wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole,” Dan replied.“My Vagina,” she snapped.“Bloody funny name. Too many things were going through my head, all colliding with each other. I wasn't going to be much use that particular Friday morning. I needed some advice and I had an idea of who might provide it.Bill Costello was my largest and favorite customer. He was officially the assistant general manager of Wildwood Coffee, but in reality, he ran the business for his absentee owner. For some reason, this sixty-year-old man and I had hit it off almost right away and developed a business relationship. “Maybe you shouldn’t have your teachers demand students hit me in the back of the head. Dean is sitting out there with a broken nose, and Mr. Flanigan is on his way.”“Is that how you think you will get out of it this time?”“If you do not believe me, there is a classroom full of witnesses. Your teacher is going to come in here and make up some lie. If you have any brains at all, you will head to the class and ask them what happened. Doofus is going to rely on the fact that you will believe him. It had been a rumor that the administration hadn’t been eager to investigate, considering it their own version of don’t ask, don’t tell.Every time she heard that rumor, Maddie wondered if it was true, and if so, who the teacher might have been. If she had to pick a likely candidate, her vote would go to Yvonne Anders, a physical education teacher who had topped the schools secret TILF list that the students created every year. Officially, just about every female teacher in the school, and a few.