You do. And you find the headmistress.

You and Brian escort the three girls in the direction of the batting cage. They're giggling and chattering, obviously totally unconcerned with any prospective punishment. You're disgusted by their behaviour, scowling as you walk. It's not that they've been drinking or using ****, you've had enough experience with teens to know that's not uncommon. It's their blithe disregard and obvious scorn for any consequences that irritates you, making you question what kind of environment Pink Rose really is.

As you approach the batting cage it takes you a moment to recognise the figure who inside it. She's in tight black spandex shorts and a sports bra that shows a sleek torso that gleams with perspiration. A cascade of dark hair hangs from beneath her batting helmet, swirling with each swing of her bat. It's only when you see her profile that you recognise Headmistress Naylor as the batter.

Obviously as surprised as you, Brian steps closer to the cage to watch. He seems as fascinated by her hitting as by her taut body so delightfully displayed by the tight spandex. And she is lovely, you realise. Sleek legs, a firm, round rump, an almost impossibly narrow waist, and ripe breasts compressed by the sports bra and all the more intriguing for their hidden promise. You remember your errand and pointedly clear your throat, catching Brian's attention.

Ms. Naylor also hears you and steps out of the batters box, pushing a switch to stop the machine. She looks inquiringly at you, her eyes flickering over the girls as her mouth tightens at their giggling.

"What can I do for you Coach Watts? And Mr. Carter," she asks, still looking at the trio of drunks.

"These young ladies were disrupting Ms. Wilder's cheer practise," you answer. "She believes they are drunk or something worse, and I believe she is correct. Rather than have her interrupt her practise, we offered to escort them to you for disciplinary action."

"I see," Ms. Naylor says tightly, putting her bat down and stepping out of the cage. "Let me smell your breath ladies," she orders, sniffing their mouths as they comply.

"Drunk indeed, and possibly more than that. Well, this is not the first time for this is it ladies? Twice last year and now even before classes begin. You're not doing yourselves any favours girls."

"We'll write up our reflections Ms Naylor," Rina says, managing not to giggle. "We'll have them on your desk right away."

"I'm afraid that school policy has changed Miss Duncan. As of today, the Code of Conduct that was sent to you and your parents will be adhered to. You will go before the Dean of Students who will administer the discipline outlined in the Code. Since it is important that you appear before him in a state competent to understand such discipline, you are confined to your rooms until tomorrow. You will be advised of when to appear before Dean Hawkfeather. Do you understand Miss Duncan? Miss Lloyd and Miss Adamson, do you also understand?"

"Yes Ms Naylor," the girls answer, looking slightly worried, although you detect a hint of excitement in their faces as well.

"Very well, you may go. You are confined to your rooms until 7:00 am. Thank you for bringing this to me gentlemen. And thank you for allowing Ms. Wilder to salvage at least some of her practise. I appreciate it, as I'm sure she does. Oh, and Dean Hawkfeather may call upon you gentlemen to be a witness. I will advise him of what you reported and he may contact you."

"Whatever is required," you nod turning away. Brian is about to follow you when Ms. Naylor stops him.

"If you have time, I'd value your opinion Coach Watts. I'd like a professional's evaluation of my hitting."