She makes you wait

"I believe in keeping to a schedule whenever possible." Ms. Naylor tries to look as imposing as she can although you are a good 8 inches taller than her. "I'm sure as a soldier you understand...it will also give you a chance to change into something more presentable." You understand very well what is going on, and although you find the determined woman's decision to put you in your place petty, you've had to deal with much more destructive behaviors from far more irritating superiors. It was tempting to return her dig about your jeans and worn shirt with a comment about giving her enough time to finish what you had interrupted, but you bite your tongue.

Slinging your bulging duffle over your shoulder and nodding politely, you step back out into the hallway carrying the fifty pound load easily as you head back towards the foyer. In a conveniently placed men's room (probably one of the few on the whole campus you realize) you change into a slightly wrinkled pair of khakis and take the time to shave two day's worth of stubble off your cheeks. A clean white cotton undershirt under a permanent-press light blue oxford and a plain beige tie completed your transformation although you still wore your black motorcycle boots under your pant legs.

Stepping back into the hallway you almost collide with a blonde-haired beauty wearing a tight fitting exercise clothes and gleaming with perspiration who is filling a water bottle from the bubbler in the hall.

"Hi there!" She eyes you with a coy smile. "Seems I'm stumbling over men all over the place this afternoon."

"Yes Ma'am, I'm Kyle Hawkfeather, the new Dean of Students."

"Are you? Have you met the boss yet?" she smirks with a nod down the hall.

"Ms. Naylor? Yes, well unofficially." You explain a little more when you see you have not been clear. "She sent me off to get changed before she'd invite me into her office."

"She's a tight-assed bitch," the slender woman laughs making her breasts wobble in the tight spandex top. "She thinks she's the queen of the place, and she was really annoyed when the decision was made to hire men."

"Yes, Ma'am, I was warned that she feels we'll be a distraction to some of the students."

"I have to say, Kyle, that 'Ma'am' business might go over well with Ms. Prim and Proper, but you'd better start calling me Monica or I'll feel like I'm twice your age." You see her eyes roam over your neat appearance again as she evaluates you like a drill sergeant looking over a new recruit - or a cat eying a juicy robin.

"Don't let her give you the idea that our students are a bunch of little innocents." Monica adds as she places her palm on your chest for emphasis. "Those spoiled bitches spend most of their time thinking up mischief, and they don't need a man to get themselves into trouble." She pats your chest appreciatively. "But Ms. Naylor is right, you'll be a distraction alright."

"Thanks for the warning," you smile, glancing at your watch deliberately. She takes the hint and walks you back to the Headmistress's office. It could be an attempt at hospitality, or even a genuine desire to get to know you better but more likely, you suspect, she is curious to see how Ms. Naylor will react to your arrival.

You are in the process of trying to dislodge her hand from your arm when the door to Ms. Naylor's outer office opens and the Headmistress pops her head out into the hall looking for you.

"Whenever you are ready, Mr. Hawkfeather," her voice dripping with scorn as she sees you chatting up one of her young teachers, "I'd hate to interrupt your socializing."