Back to Ms. Naylor

"Oh Mr. Hawkfeather!" Tamara whimpers in excitement, "Don't **** me, please! I'll do whatever you want, you're so strong. I can't stop you - wha?" This **** young woman stops her theatrical pleading when, instead of forcing her against the wall, throwing her onto the couch or dragging her to your bed, you open the door and pull her out of your office.

"Fix your shirt, Tamara." You instruct her, not letting go of her arm or even loosening your grip. "We're going to walk back to Ms. Naylor's office, and I'd rather not have to do it with you looking like a Hamburg whore." Tamara's face whitens when she hears where you are going.

"Please, don't do this Mr. Hawkfeather. Please." She quickly pulls her breast back into the blouse and hastily rebuttons two of the fasteners. You don't bother to answer her as you lead her across the grassy quadrangle past a group of sunbathing girls who are watching with undisguised interest as you march the sobbing Tamara back to the Headmistress' office.

This time when you knock you don't bother waiting for Diana to open the door and you meet the confused Headmistress halfway into the outer office.

"What is going on here Mr. Hawkfeather," Ms. Naylor asks sharply, "and why are you dressed like that?" It is unclear whether she is talking to you in your dirty t-shirt or the bra-less Tamara with her skirt rolled up indecently.

"Ms. Naylor," you finally release Tamara's arm and wipe your hands on your khakis. "Miss Longmire has just paid a visit to my office where she propositioned me with some pretty explicit language."

"Is that true Tamara?" The headmistress confusion turns from shock to anger.

"No Ma'am, I swear. I went to Mr. Hawkfeather's office to apologize for my actions," you could see the gears turning in this manipulative girl's mind, "but then he grabbed me and told me I'd have to f-f... Oh please Ms. Naylor, do I have to say it?" You look at Diana with raised eyebrow. Is she so biased against men that she is going to believe this cock-and-bull account?