Hmmmm, the tone of that ‘follow me’ makes me think my ploy did not work.

I thought about trying to splutter out an elaboration to my excuse, but not only could I not think up anything which might not make my predicament work, but it was all I could do to keep up with the striding Ed Master. I wasn’t quite running but was certainly lacking the pose which Slothlands girls always displayed in the school prospectus.

Turning too quickly as I hurried into his study I heard myself scream as I tripped over my own feet and slid on the polished floor, ending up semi prostrate before his desk.