The Case of the Perverted Pixie

The Case of the Perverted Pixie

Monday, 9:00 AM

Student Newspaper Room

As I walked along the path down toward the English Department, I couldn’t help but notice my breath as is condensed right before my eyes creating small vapor clouds ahead of me. Still that didn’t detract away from the mood on the campus which seemed to be that of a worried confusion. I got the call at 7 sharp; Mrs. Moon was tasking me with investigating the recent wave of theft plaguing the Academy. Even though I’m not formally part of the Newspaper, I often get calls for this sort of thing. I’ve been the best of the best since I was 6; granted I’ve never solved serious crimes, but theft was my specialty after all I’ve never been caught. But theft lost its appeal when puberty struck, since then surveillance has been my favored technique when investigating, but in this situation I think I might have to rely on experience and deductive reasoning. Not that I want to.

I rarely go to the “Bullpen”; what the students like to call the Newspaper’s Classroom. It’s a cross between a lounge and a standard “lab” room, as in wall to wall computer that belong to the school; not exactly double digits in “lab equipment”; but enough for their purposes. Usually Mrs. Moon, whose head of the Journalism Department, has me report to her in her office at the administration building, where all the department head spend most of their time. This time I need to go because one of the students in Journalism 101 is an unfortunate victim, once I’m done interviewing her I’ll have 2 more to go. And then back to Mrs. Moon, honestly I don’t mind this arrangement. Not that many people get as many chances to talk, let alone see, Mrs. Moon. She is maybe the best looking teacher at the Academy; blonde, about 5’11”, double D breast, her booty is so big it knocks thing over all the time but on the other hand it is defiantly the right shape, and to top it off she is so focused on her work she never realized when she is showing off too much (plenty of cleavage shots, thongs on display, and my favorite when she warms up her hands by placing them between her thighs causing her skits to ride up).

"Probably shouldn't be thinking of that", I think to myself as I feel a hard-on coming on. As I reach the door I think to myself, I wonder who's in right now? Just Mrs. Moon and the student who was victimized? Or some of the other students? Like Patty...err I mean Patricia, she is is the hottest girl I know and is willing to ask me on platonic dates, you know as friends...her light brown skin, full lips, and that great smile makes me cringe as she just says to me "wow your a great guy and you'll make some girl really happy". Maybe it's best Patty isn't there. Moment of truth as I turn the handle and walk in to the Bullpen.