A stern talking to

After a few days had gone by, George had started to settle down a bit more. The initial shock from his success with women had began to wear off and he felt ready to get back in the saddle again. He wasn't sure where to start though, he had a couple people he could think of, some familiar faces others more new. Before he could even make a decision however, George got an unexpected phone call. He picked it up and the person on the other line introduced themself as Mrs. Miller, the school principal. She was a rigged, humorless woman. She stood almost six foot tall and had long, straight black hair. Her skinny face was accompanied by her skinny body and that body was always dressed up neatly in a grey or black pantsuit. Mrs. Miller was a fantastic principal, truly good at her job. It seemed however, that her job was the only thing she was really good at. Social gatherings, fun or excitement couldn't, well... excite her. When George got the call he knew it could mean no good. If Mrs. Miller ever called, it was never to just say hello. She told him coldly to come see her at her office and George agreed with in a hurry. George felt it best not to make her wait, so he dropped what he was doing and rushed over to the main school building, where Mrs. Millers office was.

Her office sat at the very back of the building, on the bottom floor. She chose this spot personally because it was nice and far away from everyone else, this way she could not be disturbed. George straightened his shirt and realized he probably didn't have any clean clothes. All of them had paint, dirt and miscellaneous stains on them. He got up the courage to knock on the door and Mrs. Miller invited him in. "Please sit George" The tall woman pointed at a chair that sat across from her desk. She sat behind it, her legs crossed, looking at George sternly.

"What can I help you with ma'am?" George felt nervous, he really had to impress the principal, last thing he needed was to get fired.

"Well George, it has been brought to my attention, through hearsay I might add, that you have been having... relations with some of the students and faculty?" George did his best to pretend to be shocked. "Oh don't bother Mr. Holt, I have a credible source that has told me in detail, the things you did." A reliable source? George thought, who could that be, it surely wasn't any of the students, they gossip about pretty much anything? "I see you're wondering who this person is, no need to keep secrets, Melissa Goldstein has told me much about you." Of course! Melissa, the school's history teacher. George couldn't believe she had been talking about their experience together to the principal, of all people.

"Well Mrs. Miller, what do you want me to say? it seems as though you know more than enough, besides I have never been much of a liar." He had decided to just roll with the punches as see where this conversation was headed. Either way, George felt assured that, given the opportunity, he'd do it all over agin.