A confrontation

Stepping out of the building into the sun-warmed air refreshes you. You look around and see groups of students clustered, chatting with each other, many with anxious looks on their teen faces. You note that several are not wearing ties and you smile at the thought that the Dean's message about dress code has been received.

Strolling across the quad you are greeted by a few smiles and trilled 'Good Mornings' which you acknowledge with nods and replies. You're aware that like all the men, you draw attention from students whenever you appear, and you wonder if the novelty of male teachers will ever wear off.

Your attention is drawn to a confrontation happening ahead of you. Two pretty dark skinned students are being berated by a scornful brunette. The objects of her verbal **** are in uniform although they have added colourful head scarves and wear gauzy leggings under their skirts that remind you of harem girls in old movies. Curious, you approach the group, recognising the brunette as the troublesome Valerie Cummins who was pointed out to you at breakfast. A cluster of other students stands by, looking on but not intervening.

"You won't be able to wear those rags on your heads," she's sneering at the two girls, who bear a family resemblance. "You shouldn't even have been allowed here anyway. You should be sent home to fuck camels or whatever it is you do."

"We will talk to the Dean personally," one of the two brown girls says defiantly. "We do not take orders from you, Valerie Cummins! Why don't you shut your ugly mouth?" The brunette hisses with anger.

"I'll rip those rags off your head you clitless bitch! Go ride a carpet or something!" She advances on the pair, her fists clenched as they stand their ground with angry eyes.