I have been away for a week camping across the lake over at the boy’s academy for a little R & R. Boy I needed the rest after that little party last week and Ted Stoats secretary lessons. I still can’t believe that man is a teacher but man he makes learning very interesting.

The school has been unusually silent today. Normally I can attribute this to some Silent Sam and tonic as it makes every thing smoother but something was in the air today. Miss Gonzales was no where to be seen at all and the headmaster was also curiously absent.

For a change I was grateful not to have met anyone in the corridors because I had to sneak back in due to my unexplained absence. I was pretty sure no one would notice because I had sent in a note from my Great Grammy Ethel calling me home for a few days due to the death of Uncle Hedwig. I figured I was covered. I had also paper clipped a twenty to the note just to encourage no further questions.

I was sneaking through the kitchen when I decided I needed some more ice for my afternoon martinis. The ice machine upstairs has not worked since I got here, when I had opened the door to the ice machine a pile of assorted corsets and latex body suits had fallen out. I would have expected more from a school of this caliber.

I scooped up a bucket full of ice, grabbed the chocolate ice cream and headed to the dorm to find out what had been going on while I was relaxing.