Agree without a fuss

"No need to apologize, Ms. Naylor." You offer your help without hesitation. Marines are taught to get the job done, and following a leader like Diana Naylor didn't seem like such a bad way to spend this upcoming year. You try not to let the fact that you find this Headmistress sexy as Hell influence your decision, or the fact that you have always been a sucker for a damsel in need. "I'll send you an email explaining my intention to enforce the code as written as soon as I get back to my office."

"Thank-you Mr. Hawkfeather." Diana tells you with what might be a hitch in her voice, but that could just be your imagination. Then before you have a chance to enjoy this moment of détente, her eyes narrow. "I thought I explained to you that we have a dress code here at the Pink Rose?"

"Yes, Ms. Naylor. I will try to remember in the future."

"Very well," Ms. Naylor's voice has the same brusque tone you remember from your first meeting in this office. "I'll be expecting that letter," her voice softens just for a moment, "and thank you again, Kyle." You get the unmistakable sense of being dismissed and you have to suppress the urge to salute as you turn sharply and head back to your suite.

Walking back to your rooms you see a dozen or so of the students, but somehow after your conversation with Ms. Naylor you find yourself evaluating the scantily clad young women differently. Which of these would be most likely to be sent to your office to be bent over your desk? Would they protest like Tamara had, or meekly take their punishment?

You do not see the schoolgirl in question, but you sense a new level of respect from a group of bikini-clad sunbathers and wonder if they saw Tamara's tear stained face, and guessed at what she had endured.

As you walk up the steps to the Mellon building you see an attractive young woman in a sundress standing by a bronze statue of a lion. As you climb the steps carefully she steps to meet you and you cannot help but feel like she was waiting for your return.