That's how you find yourself back at St.Catherine's

Looking up at the school as you step off the bus you have to smile. Just five days ago you got marched out of here, an unwanted pregnant slut. Three days ago you would have probably had a panic attack this close to your school. But now? You stride forward confidently, Trish's words and actions keeping your back straight, your eyes bright. Yes, you aren't done and you won't go quietly.

Most girls would have Christian parents who'd be mortified to learn their precious little girl was up the spout. Instead you've got a horny husband at home who's proud of the swell she's made in your stomach. You make a mental note that you have to think of Trish as a 'he' while you're at school. Your mysterious husband. Hopefully some curious girls will want to learn more - and they'll get the chance if they're willing to meet up after hours.

You smooth out your pleated skirt and tuck your blouse in a bit more. It's so strange, wearing bigger blouses for months to hide your belly and now... well Trish is a very demanding husband. You grin a little and rest a hand on the thin white fabric that contains, but certainly doesn't conceal your pregnancy. It looks for all the world like one of the school blouses, but it's actually something Trish found a few months ago. It's the same cut, but made of ever so slightly thinner fabric. You always wondered how some of the girls at school managed to have those more revealing, slightly transparent tops. Now you know, now you've joined their ranks.

It's a bit after the beginning of the first morning class, so the halls are empty. You take the opportunity to practice your sexy strutting. You've learned that each kind of skirt or pants need a slightly different approach, and practice does make perfect. Plus it feels nice when the pleats of your schoolgirl skirt swish against your bare thighs. You reach the school library, one of the few places in St. Catherine's you can't be banned from, and step inside.

Switching back to a confident, proud walk you march up to the desk. Mrs. Mathews looks up from her screen and does a double take. "Miss Simmons. I didn't expect to see you here."

You act as if you don't know what she means. As you practiced with Trish you present a kind of 'well I'm not sick' vibe before telling her "Yes, well I need to look at some books for a reading assignment and I wanted to check something in a different calculus text - I think I get it, but the book we used in class explains it in an odd way." You are a grade A student after all, not too strange that you'd decide to go above and beyond.

"Errm... yes" she says, trying not to look at your belly. Thanks to the ID Trish got for you Mrs. Mathews thinks you're seventeen, so it's a super scandalous bump that's on display. You wait until her eyes snap to the left. Good, she's noticed the wedding band. Rather than talking about it you ask a few questions about where to find the right books. When you go off to fetch them you make sure to put a skip in your step - just how Trish wants it. Yes, you're pregnant, but you're so full of energy that you can't help but enjoy life.

Once you return with the books you place them at one of the reading alcoves, suck in your tummy and squeeze onto the bench seat. As you start flipping through one of the calculus books you see Mrs. Mathews coming over out of the corner of your eye.

"If you like I can scan some of those," she says. Gosh she looks nervous. You have to hide a smile. Trish predicted all sorts of ways things could go, but she was dead on about how Mrs. Mathews would react. Early on in her tour at St. Catherine's Trish hung out in the library sometimes to get away from the bitches and bullies, so she knows Mrs. Mathews, the straight-laced and tightly wound librarian quite well.

You let a little worry slip into your voice and say "Well... the thing is I haven't been doing that well at home. I'm fine, but I get distracted whenever I try to study. And I really do want to study, it's just that there's some kind of block in my head - you're home, so it's time to do these sorts of things. It's why I used to stay late some nights." You didn't, of course, but she doesn't know that and it's a good excuse for your marks. "Can't I just work here? I'll be quiet."

"Um... well, yes! Yes, of course." she says, eyes flicking down to your wedding ring. "Is that?"

"Oh yeah!" you say, as if you'd forgotten. You show off the gold and silver band, letting the light sparkle on the three little emeralds you and Trish picked out. "I actually got married a while ago," you say, a little anxious, "I just didn't wear this because there would have been so many questions from everyone. But now..."

Mrs. Mathews nods and even tears up a little as you gently rub your belly. After a little more small talk about how things have been over the last week she leaves you alone.