Back to school. And a meeting.

Your stomach full and your mind, for the moment at least, content, you get back on your bike and turn it back towards the school. You roar through the front gates before reminding yourself to throttle back and take a leisurely pace back to the garage. There are a few students scattered about, most now changed out of their uniforms now that the day is done, and you gather the usual number of interested looks as you pass.

You park the bike and head back to your office, thinking about a shower and a relaxing evening. As you step through the door, your phone chimes with a text message. It's Diana Naylor.

'Some visiting parents wish to meet you. Supportive of new directions. Is this convenient time?'

You grimace, not really wanting to deal with parents, and particularly not wanting to deal with the headmistress, but you steel yourself and answer.

'Sure. In office. Just got back in. Where do you want me to meet you?'

'We'll come there. 5 min.'

You curse softly, wishing you had delayed the meeting long enough to shower and change, but you don't want to equivocate with a follow up text. You satisfy yourself by washing your face and hands before stepping out of the living quarters part of your office suite and closing the pocket door. You've only just done that when there's a knock on your outer door and Diana opens it, ushering two attractive women in their late thirties or early forties into the room.

"Dean Hawkfeather, let me introduce Helen Carrollton and Marcia Wolcott. They're both Alumni of Pink Rose, and their daughters are second year students."

"So very pleased to meet you," Helen Carrollton says with a smile, extending a hand. She's a very pretty and very busty platinum blonde with some signs of skilled cosmetic surgery on her face.

"The pleasure is mine," you answer.

"We've heard a lot about you, and we wanted to see the real thing," Marcia Wolcott adds, offering her own hand. Her dirty blonde hair is in a pony tail and her face is framed by large hoop earrings.

Diana's phone chimes and she looks at the screen with annoyance.

"Oh dear. I'm afraid something has come up that requires my attention. Would you ladies mind if I left you with Dean Hawkfeather? I'm sure he'd be happy to answer any questions you might have."

"Of course, you go do your job. I'm sure we're in good hands here," Helen Carrollton says with a smile.