"My new boyfriend"

Mrs. Thomms doesn’t approve. “Any boy that’d provoke you to write something like that all over the girls lockers can’t be worth it.”

“Well...” a spark gleams in Jazmin’s eyes. She’s stopped rubbing the doll for a moment. She needs Mrs. Thomms to be paying attention for this next part. “Can we speak woman to woman?” She asks.

Mrs. Thomms’ eyes light up. “Of course” she loves making a connection with one of the students. She loves them confiding in her.

So Jazmin confides. “He’s got a really nice cock. Like the nicest cock ever. Like, you’d do anything for it. I know I would.”

Mrs. Thomms looks uncomfortable. She wasn’t expecting that. But she tries to give guidance. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to give anyone that much power over you just because you’re feeling a little amorous.”

On that note Jazmin rubs the voodoo doll wildly, furiously, trying to wear it down.

And she wears Mrs. Thomms down. The principal lowers her head, her brown hair falling in her face. There’s silence, quiet except for the sound of Mrs. Thomms loud breathing. It’s almost as if she doesn’t care that she’s acting weird in front of a student any more.

Finally after a few awkward minutes. “Mrs. Thomms, are you okay?”

The principal lifts up her head. Her voice is soft, almost defeated. “What makes it the nicest cock?”

Jazmin smiles “It’s long. It’s thick. It’s smooth but veiny”

Mrs. Thomms just listens, rubbing her neck and shoulders hoping it’ll prevent her from rubbing other parts.

“It’s just... gorgeous.” Jazmin smirks. “If he’d asked you to write ‘Principal Thomms has a hairy twat’ all over the lockers, you would have too.”

Mrs. Thomms laughs a little “you think so? Who is it?”

The two ladies share a look, a suggestive glance.

“You ever wonder about the cocks of the boys at this school?” Jazmin asks.

“What is his name?” Mrs. Thomms asks with determination