You question the blonde

"Amends?" the not terribly bright blonde asks, confused. She looks at you, then to her Chem lab partner, Sarah.

"What are you two going to do to make up for this misbehavior?" you try to state more plainly. "I'm paying your friend good money to babysit for my child. I should tell her father what was going on here now, but it would probably kill him if I let him know his sweet little girl was outside on the porch in nothing but a thong and a little tee shirt when I came home."

You look to Sarah, and she seems genuinely concerned you may be thinking of this.

You continue. "I don't want to punish him, though. It was his daughter that was irresponsible enough to be locked out of the house by someone careless enough to leave a child alone." You glare at Frannie for effect.

You try not to smile when you see Frannie swallow hard and absently twirl a strand of he dark-rooted hair.

"Having you see me like this is already so humiliating, Sir," Sarah sighs.

"Hmm, really?" you ask, thoughtfully scratching your chin. You look to a still quaking Frannie.

"It seems it would be appropriate for you both to be dressed the same, MIss Fuhrberger!"

The blonde's black-lined eyes go wide.

"No, please, Sir!" she pleads. "Don't make me do that!"

"And why not?" Sarah exclaims.

You step forward. "You can do it the easy way or the hard way, Miss Fuhrberger!"