Preparing for the faculty meeting

It takes you less than twenty minutes to send out the requested letter to Ms. Naylor. You feel it is clearly written but within five minutes you get it back with three punctuation changes and a suggestion for a word with a nuanced difference in tone. Trust Ms. Naylor to proof-read something this important with her typical attention to detail. You agree to her changes without protest, signing the letter with your bold signature.

You lay out your best white shirt and sports-coat to wear with your go to khakis and then step into the bathroom stripping off your clothes as you anticipate the shower. It really is one of the best features of this suite, great water pressure and an unlimited supply of hot water. You stand under the streaming jets and let the hot water massage your shoulders as you anticipate how you might be met at the meeting.

You notice a slight drop in water pressure, at almost the exact moment you hear a squeak from the knobs that control the flow. You are just about to adjust the water when you discover that the noises are coming from the other side of the shower wall. You realize with a momentary jolt of pleasure that just a couple feet from you standing in her shower a naked Diana Naylor is preparing for the faculty meeting just like you.

The mental image of Diana with water streaming between her breasts and down to the 'V' between her thighs makes you want to groan, but you don't dare make a sound. You remember all to well how clearly you heard the squeak of the valve on the other side of the wall. Instead you silently turn off the shower and step out of the stall grabbing a towel from the rack as you go by. What is it about that woman that makes it impossible to think clearly?

Sitting on your bed in just your boxers, you carefully polish your dress shoes, making sure the black shoes are parade-ground shiny. You keep an eye on the time as you mull over the events of the past 36 hours. In spite of Senator William's optimistic assurances that this is just what you need to move on with your life, you have grave reservations.

How are you going to get the rest of the faculty to work with you to instill discipline and honor in the Academy's students if even the school's Headmistress would like nothing more than to see you fired? You take you time dressing, tying your Marine Corps tie carefully and slipping the sports coat on over the dress shirt. Noting the spit-and-shine polish of your shoes that peek from under the sharp crease of your khakis with satisfaction you know that at least this time she won't be able to criticize your appearance.

You leave a good fifteen minutes early for the faculty meeting, even if Diana hadn't warned you to be on time, you would have done the same thing. If you're early, you are on time. If you are on time, you're late. It's cliché, but you've always liked being over-prepared for whatever mission you are assigned.