There was a polite knock at the door. “Come,” I said, because I like puns. It seemed like a while since I had left young Miss Gonzales with my seed in her mouth, and given her the opportunity to untie my sister from the radiator. Clearly she had taken this option.

Miss Gonzales stepped in, naked. I had already poured her a margarita, and told her to swallow the salty substance in her mouth to make room for another. She gulped both down, and for a moment I wondered which she preferred.

Then, finally, I hugged her. It was one of those delectable, memorable hugs that usually happens when she is naked and I am clothed. She lay her head on my shoulder, and I moved my hands up to hers to massage the stiffness from them. She purred contentedly.

We stopped our hug when we heard a second polite knock at the door.

“Just a minute!” I said, reaching for a pair of clean overalls for Miss Gonzales to wear. She put them on quickly, before pointing out that it couldn’t be a student because they never knock politely. This was true. More than once I had been caught in what must have looked like a suspicious position, licking the dorm’s mattresses, though there had been a genuine explanation for that.

I opened the door, and my sister entered, holding a book. “You would not believe what I’ve just seen,” she said.

I smiled at Miss Gonzales, who blushed. I knew what Dhyanna had just seen. However, Dhyanna held the book prominently, and I felt a little perturbed that she could cast the image of me with Miss G from her mind so soon. Bah. Miss Gonzales took the book, perched herself on my desk, and began to speed read. I looked back to Dhyanna, who was waiting for some reaction.

“Oh my fucking goodness!” said Miss Gonzales.

“I fucking well know!” replied Dhyanna.

Sigh. These youngsters have such potty mouths.

“Ted,” panted Miss Gonzales, as I handed her a third margarita, “this is the headmaster’s journal.”

“Really? Would he want you two to read that?” I asked.

“I’m sure he did,” answered Dhyanna, “otherwise why would he keep it hidden in a lockable desk, hidden under a stack of papers and tissues? It contains a list of all the punishments that he’s handed out, right from the start when Seababy and Jennyfer were here. But, the thing is, he’s given some reaction to his punishments.”

“Yeah,” continued Miss Gonzales. She found a passage in the book, and read: “Here. ‘After I gave Jennyfer a caning from which she would not sit down for a day and two nights, I wondered how enjoyable it would be if she wore a latex dress, put on a pair of shiny knee-length boots, picked up that cane, and returned the favour upon me.’” She closed the book.

There was only one thing I could say. “Oh my fucking goodness!”