Miriam steps in.

As Jenna tried to come up with an approach to lure Tricia in, Miriam stepped up behind her.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" She yanked Jenna's backpack open and pulled out the Idol. "How DARE you try to steal this?" she demanded, shaking the Idol in Jenna's face.

Jenna stared in shock as Tricia smirked at her former friend's discomfort. Miriam turned to the other girl. "I'd like you to do me a favor, Tricia," she said. "Take this straight to the vice principal's office and tell Mrs. Torricelli that Jenna's in a lot of trouble. This is a sensitive matter, so don't tell anyone else what's going on until after the two of us have had a chance to work out just what sort of punishment should apply here."

"Yes, Ms. Chisolm," Tricia said eagerly, taking the idol from the black woman's hands. If Jenna got suspended or even expelled, she'd be safe from the girl. Safe from the rumors that the two of them were lovers, that they kissed, that they played with each other's breasts, that Jenna bent Tricia over the kitchen table and pumped a cucumber in and out of her hot, needy pussy, then made her eat the vegetable dripping with her own delicious juices...

Tricia shook her head in confusion as the increasingly specific and increasingly enticing sexual images filled her mind. She turned and walked out of the library looking slightly dazed. By the time she was at the end of the hall she was massaging the Idol's breasts with her thumb.

It really was a beautiful statue -- Tricia could understand why a lezzie would want the precious thing.

"What the hell was that?" Jenna demanded.

"Tricia doesn't trust you, but she trusts me," Miriam replied, "especially when I tell her something bad about you."

"Yeah, I get that," Tricia replied, "but instead of taking her you sent her and the idol straight to--" Jenna suddenly smiled. "to the vice principal's office."

"The hot MILF vice principal's office," Miriam agreed. "Why don't you head over there in, say, ten minutes, and see how they're getting along?"

Jenna stared at Miriam in awe. She'd had no idea the sweet, innocent, assistant librarian was so sneaky. "You're good," she said. "You're very good."