I know what you mean. I think that Bill is a young principal trying to show the superintendent that he can be tough,” Margaret said trying to conso...e Camille.“Well it’s making me crazy. I’ve been teaching a little longer than he’s been alive! I know what I’m doing in the classroom! I just want to scream!”“Take it easy, Camille. You’ve had a stressful year with a tough class. You need to relax.”“Do I ever! But I don’t think drinking at lunch is a good idea,” Camille said, finally breaking. Receiving pictures of Janet in bars, restaurants or other public places as proof of her obedience was my reward. "So Janet, can you picture yourself, letting me choose the outfit and the shoes; sending you to get your hair and make-up done?" I asked. Of course, I knew the answer. She had very crisp images of herself in her mind. Janet is a mature woman, a short brunette, plump like I prefer them to be. Her sex-appeal is built into her personality. Her attitude yells: "I want to please you! Do. "Carolyn..."I turned around to see Edward standing behind me. "Yes?" I tentatively asked. No other classmate had chosen to speak to me before."I meant what I said. Your poetry was most impressive - it moved me." Thank you." I felt my cheeks warm. Edward was very handsome. I had noticed him before but didn't dare speak to him."I was wondering ... would you maybe like to get a bite to eat sometime after class?" Umm, yes, that would be nice." I tried to smile naturally but feared my shyness made. I screamed. ‘Shut up!’ Sam screamed at me. I instantly grew silent. Chance wriggled in the chair and lifted his head glaring at Sam even though his eyes were starting to swell and turn a disgusting blue-black color and his nose drained blood. Sam looked at him curiously for a moment and then grinned. ‘You’ve got guts I’ll give you that much old boy.’ He clapped Chance on the shoulder. And lifted the chair back up sitting it upright he smacked Chance’s cheek and turned to me. ‘You’ve been.