Sadly, no

Diana nods her head silently and turns away with her hand rising to her cheek hiding what might be a blush. The memory of Ms. Naylor with her face flushed with sexual excitement makes you want to follow her and take her in your arms but instead you open the door quietly and start to slip out.

"Wait." Your heart leaps inyour throat, but it is not what you're hoping for. "I forgot to tell you. Three cheerleaders showed up at practice drunk and high or both. I sent them to their rooms to sober up, but tomorrow you'll have a chance to wield Mrs. Marshal's paddle." Diana pauses, perhaps expecting some kind of reaction from you, but you are still too distracted by the memory of her soft hand on your chest to even think about your new duties as Dean of Students. "I believe you met Miss Wilder briefly, she is the cheerleader coach. Mr. Carter and Coach Watts were also there to witness the girl's behavior." You remember thinking the bespectacled librarian was an odd choice for a cheerleader coach, you'd know more once you had a chance to talk to the young teacher.

She pauses in reflection, "actually, Mr. Hawkfeather, I can't off the top of my head, think of three better candidates to experience our new policy. There will be Hell to pay with their parents but when the rest of the school learns that they had their pretty asses smacked red, word should spread pretty quickly that we are serious." You nod your head silently not quite trusting your voice but then after a calming breath you excuse yourself.

"I will see you in the morning Ms. Naylor." It felt much safer to use her full name even if she wasn't wearing the armor of her woolen suits. "I usually rise early, what time does the cafeteria start serving?"

"Seven, for the girls, but Luisa will be there before six and she is always happy to feed teachers early." Diana shakes her head sending waves of loose brown hair swaying, "That woman would feed the world if she could." This time you do back away, closing the door after you. Your fingers are itching to comb through Diana's brown hair and pull her to your - "God, Hawk!" You mutter to yourself, "You're not a damn 18-year-old recruit, you are a grown fucking man."

Back in your bedroom you crawl back into bed suddenly aware that you have only a few hours before your first full day as Dean of Students starts. And it will start with a bang you realize as you remember what Diana said about the three cheerleaders needing to be disciplined. That should be interesting.