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Subject: {ASSM} Is Turnabout Fair Play Part 1 (b voy, F/ggg spanking and humilation)
Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2002 10:10:02 -0500
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Is Turnabout Fair Play? Part 1
By The courageous Pedagogue

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.

Part 1 - The Boy Done Good.

Michael Saunders was the star pupil of my year 9 geography class. He was always
the most attentive, the most proactive and the most hard working of my students
in that class. This boy was destined for great things. I am not sure whether it
was because Michael's family lived two doors down from me or whether he was
naturally a 'gifted' pupil, but he was a pleasure to teach - a match for any
girl really. 

Michael was 14 years old when this particular story unfolds. Although
possessing a quite handsome appearance (acne stayed well clear of this one), I
am sure that Michael had struggled to find a serious girlfriend during his time
at Weltby School. This was probably due to his bookish lifestyle. Many times I
have entered Weltby Library of a weekend and seen him tasking competently at
his homework. He wants to be an architect - a chartered one at that. I think he
will do it too.

With strong chiselled facial features, Michael has short brown hair along with
wide and attentive eyes. When you see the boy around school and follow what his
eyes are doing, it is almost as though he is taking everything he sees in,
ready to use it at any moment in his work. 

After most of year 9 had been completed and the Easter holidays were upon the
town, I heard the trill of my doorbell one gloriously sunny afternoon. I had
been clearing my pond out and preparing it for the summer that was eagerly
approaching. I shook my hands dry and made my way up back up the garden path to
the back door. 

"Hello Mr. Taylor." I recognised the voice as that of Michael Saunders, but I
couldn't see him yet. He was silhouetted in the shade of the side passage. 

"Michael, is that you?" I asked of the shadowy figure, making my way up the
path. 

"Yes sir, have you got a minute?" the boy asked. 

"Sure, go in and sit down. I will be right with you." 

Once inside the house, I washed my hands in the kitchen basin and walked into
the lounge. Michael was sat on the sofa staring up at me. He appeared somewhat
agitated, almost withdrawn. 

"How can I help you then Michael?" I asked, sitting down in my easy chair.
Unusually for Michael, he began to talk but did not look into my eyes. Instead,
he was focussed on a picture hanging on my wall opposite from him. I looked
across and found that he was looking at a painting (print) of a wartime
airfield scene - Lancasters etc. 

"Well Mr Taylor..." he began.

"Please, call me David away from school. I know you are not a cheeky swine!" I
advised him.

"Okay... David. I want to prepare for year 10 over the summer and I was
wondering if you could let me have a list of books that might be of use to me
for homework and stuff."

"Sure no problem. Is there anything else?" I asked, not wishing to be rude, but
anxious to get back to my pond. It was a lovely day outside. Michael looked at
me and it was clear that he was blushing. When he saw me look into his eyes, he
again looked at the painting. "Michael?" 

"Errrm, yes David. I am hoping to get a summer job this year, whilst the summer
holidays are on. I have asked a few of our neighbours..." he continued.

"Yes?"

"Well, I have asked them if they would let me mow their lawns for payment this
year. I am hoping to save for a new mountain bike. I was wondering if you would
let me mow your lawns this summer." The boy looked down at his training shoes
and seemingly awaited my response.

"Blimey!" I said. "You're keen! I don't know anybody that actually has a keen
interest in mowing the lawns. But sure. How much will you be charging?" I
asked.

"I haven't worked that out yet. I don't want to be ripped off, but I don't want
to rip you people off either," Michael explained. This was unusual. If Michael
had set out to do something, he would have been more prepared. I got up out of
my chair and went to the kitchen to prepare a couple of cold drinks. 

I handed Michael a glass of orange and barley water and regained my seat. 

"Thanks," he said, smiling up at me. As Michael began to drink, I offered him
more advice,

"Okay, I think for a lad your age, you want to be earning something like three
pound fifty per hour. So say you work for three hours per day... after all you
want to have some time for yourself eh?" Michael frowned at that statement,
seemingly in fear. "Are you okay?" I asked, now more determined to ascertain
the reason for Michael's discomfort. 

"I...I'm sorry sir. Yes, three pounds fifty sounds very good!" he chuckled.
"That's a cool painting David. I like planes. My Dad's taking me to Fairford
this year." We talked about planes and airshows for about twenty minutes,
before Michael changed the tack of the conversation completely,

"Can I trust you sir?" he asked.

"Trust me? I would like to think so, I am your teacher and neighbour Michael...
whatever's bothering you?" I replied. Michael looked at me and seemed to be
blushing again and looked uncomfortable. 

"I have a problem at school sir." Michael announced.

"A problem? Surely not! You are perhaps the most talented pupil in your year,"
I said with a wry smile on my face.

"Are you okay to listen, it is quite a long story and I kind of need your
help," he continued. 

"Okay, carry on..." I encouraged....

Michael asked me to cast my mind back to February that year and listen to what
had happened to him. And so I listened.

It was lunchtime at Weltby School and was a bright but crisp mid-February day.
The sun had been strong enough to burn away the morning mist and it was warmer
than you would have expected for that time of year.

The usual "break time" howling and cheers could be heard across the whole of
the school grounds as games were being played and the latest school gossip was
being issued by groups of teenagers. Michael, well he had been talking with
some friends, but wanted to spend a little bit of time in the library - looking
for another novel to read over the weekend. He left his friends and made his
way to the library.

 From where his friends were, the quickest way to the library was via and
through the bike sheds. As he made his way towards the sheds, he heard an
audible,

"Shhhh! Someone's coming!" It was definitely the voice of a girl. Michael
stopped in his tracks and looked round. 

"Who's there?" Michael asked. There was no reply. 

"Shit, it's Brains..." a second female voice whispered. Michael sensed that
something was amiss, particularly as he had heard his nickname uttered. Michael
slowly moved through the bike sheds thinking that it was just a couple of girls
gossiping alone, but then he saw it...

A blue-grey cloud of smoke popped up from one of the stalls at the far end of
the sheds. Michael homed in on the three heads, now just visible above the
stall divider. There were three girls huddled around each other in the corner. 

"What do you want...Brains?" the first girl demanded to know. She had blonde
hair and suspiciously blue eyes. Her name was Laura Smith, a known delinquent
and bitchy cow. Although pretty, she was not a very nice girl at all, in
Michael's opinion. 

"What are you three doing?" he asked, almost rhetorically. 

"What does it look like fuckwit?" mocked the second girl, Linda Stuart. Michael
frowned at her, not enjoying her term of endearment at all! He was surprised at
Linda and felt that she should have more sense than to smoke. She had shoulder
length brown hair and bright hazel eyes. Interestingly and endearingly, Linda
had two very small moles, symmetrically placed on either side of her face where
her cheeks met her chin. 

"Cripes, you girls are smoking. This is terrible," admonished Michael, the
sensible boy who had never had any interest in this habit at all, ever. 

"Clever boy! It's no wonder they call you Brains!" Said the third girl, who
Michael could now see was Lisa Davies. The other two girls giggled at Lisa's
remark. Lisa was the bearer of dirty blonde/brown hair and had light blue,
almost grey eyes. Although very sweet looking, her most distinctive feature was
her voice - a very spooky similiarity to Anne Robinson (Weakest Link etc).
Michael identified that all three girls were in his year at Weltby School. Lisa
was in his homeroom.

"Well I think you should stop. It is a nasty smelly habit. How can you afford
it?" Michael asked.

"That's our problem Brains," replied Lisa staring directly into his eyes. "Now
leave us alone."

"Yes fuck off back to your books, unless you want to join us?" said Linda. 

"No way, I've got much better things to do!" replied Michael. He turned to
leave.

"Go and do them then, Brains, you twat!" chided Laura. The other two girls
giggled again. 

Michael turned round once more and stared directly at the three girls. They
were all smartly dressed in their uniforms, although their dark blue pleated
skirts were riding a little higher than most conservative girls on the grounds!
Laura wore her tie quite scruffily and only allowed the thin end to prevail. 

"If you don't stop calling me obscene names, I will report you. You know it is
against school rules to smoke on school property - not even the sixth formers
are allowed," Michael reminded and warned them. 

"Ooooohh! We're scared, not. Miss Greer wouldn't believe you anyway," said
Laura, smiling smugly. 

"Why not?" asked Michael, taking a step backwards. Seeing his retreat, Linda
stepped forward.

"Because you're a boy! She thinks all men are liars so she is hardly going to
believe what you say is she? Boy!" Linda mocked. 

"Yes Brains, piss off and annoy someone else," remarked Lisa, taking another
drag on her cigarette. The smoke drifted annoyingly close to Michael's face. 

"We'll see then won't we," Michael said and turned to walk away in the
direction of reception, and Miss Greer's office. 

In unison, the girls looked at each other with shock and then dropped their
cigarettes to the floor. Laura gave chase and grabbed Michael's shoulder. 

"Hey wait, Michael, wait," she said. Michael stopped and turned to face Laura,
impatience in his eyes. "Please don't tell on us. We've already had detention
this week for talking during gym. Please?" Laura smiled at Michael, and for a
brief moment was maybe sincere. 

"Hmmmm, I dunno, you three are very nasty to me," Michael reminded her. The
other two girls stepped forward, shame showing on their faces. 

"Please Michael, I don't want to get a note. My dad will kill me," offered
Linda, her face now ablush with all sorts of home discipline scenarios. 

"We promise to be nice to you in future. Please don't tell," Laura continued.
Lisa, the girl with the acid tongue was silent, seemingly scared of the
consequences. Michael was proud inside to have made these girls think about
what they had done, smoking and being nasty to him. He got a sense of power for
the first time that wasn't related to his intellect. He was enjoying this.

"I'm sorry, my mind is made up. I have put up with enough from you three,
calling me 'Brains' and other things. Someone needs to teach you a lesson in
humility. Save your apologies for Miss Greer," a triumphant Michael strode off
towards her office. As he made his way into the distance, the three girls
looked woefully at each other, aware of what might happen. In defiance, Laura
shouted to him,

"You'll be sorry!!" 

---

"Thank you Michael for your honesty," Miss Greer said to the boy. "I do not
tolerate smoking on school property, and much less, my girls using foul and
abusive language to staff and other pupils. You can rest assured that they will
be punished." 

Michael had done it, he had reported the three girls to the headmistress - if
you want results, go straight to the top! With pride flowing through him and
feeling that Miss Greer was not quite as bad as everyone made out, he got up
from the chair and made his way out of the office. Before he reached door, Miss
Greer stopped him.

"Oh Michael..."

"Yes Miss Greer?" He said looking nervously at his headmistress.

"I have given this matter some thought whilst you have been here and I have
come to a decision that I very rarely feel the need to make," she said, rising
from her chair. 

"What is that Miss Greer?" the boy asked meekly.

"Since you were the key victim of their abuse, I think that in this case, it is
only fair that you get to witness their punishment. Do you think that is fair
boy?"

"Well, since you put it like that Miss..."

"Very well, be outside my office at four o'clock today. This matter should be
dealt with swiftly," Miss Greer announced. "I shall ring your mother personally
and explain what you are doing after school today."

"Thank you Miss," Michael said and quickly left the office. Smiling inwardly,
he made his way quickly to his homeroom for afternoon registration, full of
pride and excitement at what he may witness. A spanking for sure. 

---

His final lesson of the day was with me, in room 32. When the bell sounded,
Michael went straight to the library to remove some books to assist in his
homework - the time then being three thirty. He was outside the headmistress's
office at three fifty five and waited for the clock opposite him to reach four
o'clock. 

As he sat outside the office, Michael became quite concerned that there was no
sign of the girls. Had he misheard what Miss Greer had said? His mind raced
back to that lunchtime when the girls had told him that Miss Greer never
believed boys and then he thought perhaps she was going to punish him for
telling tales or whatever. He was about to leave when the clock opposite him
clunked to four o'clock and the door handle to Miss Greer's office began to
open. 

Michael looked up and saw a stern looking Miss Greer standing above him,
looking down over her dark rimmed glasses. 

"You may enter boy," she said, sounding most pissed off.

Michael got up, adjusted his uniform and attempted to calm his nerves. There
was no turning back now, whatever awaited him. His heart bumped away at record
pace within his chest as he braced himself for what lay ahead. He slowly
followed Miss Greer into her office. 

Miss Greer sat behind her desk and looked at Michael sternly. Michael looked
straight ahead, beyond Miss Greer and out of her office window. It was now
getting dark and the foreboding trees outside silhouetted menacingly against
the dusk sky. 

The room smelled of school. The fusty aroma of old school books and furniture
was prevalent. From the corner of his eye, Michael could see the weapons of
Miss Greer's trade sat primly within a small shoe rack. There were three
slippers, red, blue and black. The black one was seemingly made of a synthetic
plastic. Michael gulped and refocused on Miss Greer. 

"Now Michael," Greer addressed him. "I'm not normally in the habit of taking
what little boys say seriously. They have a high propensity to lie... to tell
tales," she continued. 

"Yes Miss," Michael responded automatically, afraid of what was coming. 

"However, you are a special case. You have glowing reports from all of your
teachers, except gym and I have never personally had any trouble with you. I
felt compelled and obliged to believe what you told me this lunchtime," she
stated sternly. "I went to the scene of the alleged crime, and did find
evidence corroborating what you told me of the location of the incident. Having
asked Laura Smith to empty her school bag, it became apparent that was in
possession of a cigarette lighter AND a small packet of low tar cigarettes."

At that point, Michael heard a faint sob come from behind him, but he dare not
look round. Instead he fixed his gaze upon the headmistress, so fearful was he
in her presence. 

"So you see Michael, I have three naughty and wayward girls to deal with today.
I am not so sure that you saw them when you came in Saunders," she said.
Michael shook his head at Miss Greer and she in turn pointed to a place beyond
his shoulder as if beckoning him to look round. 

Michael looked round and saw a row of three girls, recognisable as Laura Smith,
Linda Stuart and Lisa Davies all facing towards the wall of the office and with
their school skirts pinned up above their waists. The sight nearly choked
Michael and stirred a sexual feeling between his legs. 

The girls stood there, their legs and panties fully exposed to his gaze. In
turn he admired each girl from behind. Laura had short and relatively chubby
little legs and thighs, wearing a pair of pale blue panties. The cleft of her
bottom was opaquely visible through the material. 

Linda was next in line, she was the tallest of the three girls and possessed
quite lengthy legs for a girl of nearly fifteen. Linda had opted to wear white
frilly ankle socks and a pair of white knickers. Though they hugged her
obviously pert derriere, it was not possible to see the outline of her cleft.

Last in the line was Lisa. It was the sight of her that gave Michael the most
pleasure, for he would admit to having a fancy for her. She was quite petite
and showed evidence of having been on a winter sun holiday abroad - her brown
tanned legs in stark contrast with the other two girls. Lisa wore a shiny pink
pair of cotton panties and her shapely buttocks filled them delightfully.  

"Now Michael, I want you to sit there whilst I conduct the punishment," Miss
Greer announced, pointing to a chair in the centre of the room. Michael swiftly
sat down as told and awaited the next move. He had to adjust his pants given
the view he had just been afforded.

"Laura Smith... come over here this instant," ordered Miss Greer, rising to her
feet. Michael watched as Laura turned away from the wall and faced Michael and
then Miss Greer. As she walked to the spot in front of Miss Greer's desk,
Michael could see the terror in her face and the tell tale signs that she had
been crying. 

"Please Miss, please don't spank me in front of him. I'm so sorry..." begged a
sorrowful looking Laura. 

"It's too late for that you silly little girl. I expected better of you,"
admonished Miss Greer. "Now bend over this desk and part your legs. Grab onto
the desk tightly, I am going to slipper you soundly." 

The girl leaned over the desk, affording Michael the opportunity to see how her
pale blue panties displayed her bottom. Between her legs, Michael could see her
tie hanging freely such was her angle, and took in the spot right between her
thighs, marvelling at what must lie beneath. 

Miss Greer walked over to her shoe rack and picked out the black plastic
slipper, before returning to the spot in front of Michael and prone standing
girl.

"This slipper is saved for the most serious of infractions of school code.
Laura, you are going to be slippered for being in the possession of cigarettes,
a cigarette lighter, for abusive language and for wearing your skirt in
violation of the school code. I want you to count out the strokes, is that
clear?" asked Miss Greer.

"Yes Miss, sob," the girl, replied. Michael bit his lower lip with anticipation
as Miss Greer tugged at the elastic holding the girl's knickers in position.
Slowly they came down over her thighs and rested at her knees. The revelation
of Laura's bottom increased Michael's arousal and he had to move his hands to
his crotch. 

Michael observed the beauty of the girl's bottom now openly on display just
feet from his face. He focussed on the milky white texture of her buttocks,
before tracing curiously between her legs and at the folds of her private
parts. Although covered with wispy blonde pubic hair, he could see her outer
lips hanging down, pouting with shame. Not having had much experience with
girls, Michael missed the first strike of the slipper, too involved in the
sight of this girl's pussy.

Thrump! The first stroke hit the left buttock of the prone girl. This re-awoke
the senses of the female victim, and of the observing boy. 

"Ahhhh, one Miss," counted Laura. Michael observed that her left buttock had
instantly turned a pale pink. He then noticed Miss Greer's raised left arm,
ready to drop with the second strike.

Thrump! The second, and harder strike made Laura move forward.

"Owwww, two Miss. Please stop," she cried out, more in shame than pain. This
time, her right buttock began to change colour. 

Thrump! The third was counted out similarly. Michael was enjoying this. He
smiled smugly between her legs as he saw her face screw up with each strike.
And then the twitching of her buttocks as she adjusted herself after each blow.
And what about those folds between her legs? This was better than getting an A!


Soon, the twentieth strike had landed and had brought Laura to a sobbing
conclusion, her buttocks having changed from a milky white to a cherry red.
Miss Greer pulled up the girl's panties and dismissed her once more to the wall
from whence she came. Her skirt remained pinned up.

"Linda Stuart, to my desk NOW!" The headmistress ordered. Meekly and quickly,
Linda made the walk of shame, past Michael and then bending over the desk.
Linda's white knickers were just a couple of feet from Michael's face.

As before, Miss Greer reeled off a list of 'crimes' that the girl had committed
against the school code. Again, the girl involved protested clemency in the
presence of a boy, but to no avail. Again, the girl's knickers were lowered to
her knees affording the observing boy a prime view of her girlish charms. Linda
possessed brown pubic hair, and like Laura it was sparse, but it appeared to be
more controlled, as if trimmed. He could again see the lips of her pussy
hanging rudely between her legs. 

Miss Greer raised the slipper above her head in preparation for this
punishment, and in slow motion (at least for Michael), it came down and landed
firmly across Linda's left buttock,

Thrump! 

"Owwww! One Miss," Linda squealed as she counted. Michael could only think that
this was justice for her calling him a fuckwit. He was smiling victoriously
between her legs and Linda caught sight if his smug grin as she was bent over
the desk. 

Thrump! The second strike again hit her right buttock. It was evident to
Michael that Miss Greer was a passed master (nee Mistress) of punishment. 

"Owwwwww! Two Miss," the girl bellowed with shame. Having seen Michael smiling
at her, her face was as red as her behind was becoming. 

Linda's punishment also lasted a full twenty strokes of the black slipper. The
girl sobbed with remorse as her panties were hoisted back into position before
being dismissed to the wall. Before Linda had time to reach the wall, Miss
Greer was already ordering the next victim to take the position, 

"And finally, Lisa Davies. Take your place over the desk please, NOW!"

Lisa scurried over to the desk and promptly bent over. This was the one that
Michael had been waiting most for. He had learned what his penis was for two
years ago and since then had fantasised about many of his classmates, and Lisa
was one of those girls that regularly CAME into his dreams. 

Michael admired Lisa's behind and long tanned legs as Miss Greer reeled off
another list of school infractions. 

He noticed an unusual aroma coming from Lisa's direction and looked intently at
her rear end, before he saw it. Between her legs, he could see a damp patch,
and this excited him even more. Had she wet herself? Michael did not know, and
was grasping his crotch with excitement of seeing the most intimate parts of
these girls. Just one remained.

Slowly, Miss Greer drew down the pretty pink panties of Lisa Davies and
Michael's eyes this time went straight to the folds of her pussy, much clearer
than on either of the two previous girls before him. She appeared to have no
pubic hair. As Lisa's bottom clenched in eager anticipation of the black
slipper, Michael suddenly realised that this girl must have shaved her pussy
bare. 

Michael looked closer and noticed that apart from having no hair down there,
her lips appeared to be shiny and the strange aroma got stronger. He looked
into the crotch of her knickers and noticed the small wet spot and realised
that he had a wet spot of his own. Looking at her pussy lips from behind, both
Michael and Miss Greer noticed that this girl must be sexually aroused.

"Well, well, well. Lisa! You are a naughty little thing aren't you?" asked Miss
Greer rhetorically. She ran her finger underneath her pupil's backside and
between the girl's legs. "My precious girl, you have no hair. You are a proper
little exhibitionist." Michael let out a gasp and then a boyish giggle as he
saw his headmistress confirm that the girl was damp. This was all beyond his
wildest dreams. 

"Please Miss, don't do this in front of Michael. Don't let him see me like
this. I am so embarrassed," Lisa whimpered. "I'll be good. We have only been
smoking for a week."

"I am glad to know that I have caught you so soon into your filthy habit," Miss
Greer announced examining her now damp finger. "However, you must learn that
smoking is bad for your health, just like your friends have found. You must
learn humility towards your fellow pupils and above all, you must learn to
control your sexual deviances. Why are you sexually aroused Lisa?" Lisa could
only whimper with shame. "Were you aroused because of the sounds of my
slippering your friends? Or is it the thought of a boy being present?"

"Please Miss, I can't explain it..." With that,

Thrump! The first stroke of the slipper struck Lisa's left buttock. 

"Owwwwww! One Miss. Please stop this," Lisa whimpered. Her buttocks tensed and
her tanned brown legs jostled slightly with the force.

Thrump! The second stroke landed fiercely on the girl's right buttock. 

"Ahhhh, owwww, two Miss," Lisa wailed. She could now see between her legs, past
her pussy and at the grinning face of Michael Saunders, relishing her
punishment. Looking into her eyes, Michael could see anger. What he didn't
translate was the look of promised revenge. He was enjoying this too much. 

Lisa's bottom was showered by the slipper twenty times, the same as the
previous two girls. Unlike the previous two slipperings however, Miss Greer did
not seem satisfied.

"Now answer my question young lady. Why are your knickers wet, and why have you
shaved your pubic hair? If you don't answer, I will allow Michael to continue
your punishment, and inform your parents of your predicament, now answer me!"

Michael nearly lost control of his own arousal at the prospect of him being
allowed to slipper the girl of his fantasies. Michael remembered her telling
him to 'fuck off' at lunchtime and now this was priceless justice. He hoped
that she wouldn't answer.

"Please Miss, I just seem to enjoy showing myself to boys," Lisa sobbed. 

"I thought so," explained the headmistress. "Now you have an ideal opportunity
young lady. Turn around and apologise to Michael on behalf of your little band
for your rudeness." 

Sobbing with shame, pain and sorrow, Lisa stood up and turned round to face
Miss Greer and a victorious Michael. During the movement, her panties fell to
her ankles and allowed Michael to drink in the site of the front of her body,
naked from the waist down. His eyes nearly popped out!

"I'm sorry Michael, we're sorry for being rude to you," Lisa said, sounding
sincere, but carrying a stare of retribution. Michael ignored this and
continued to look at her naked crotch, never having seen one in real life
before. 

"Yes, you should be ashamed of yourselves, all of you. I expect better from my
girls. You should be setting an example to they younger members of this school,
particularly the boys. I do not expect you to be before me again." Miss Greer
concluded. 

Michael's view was all to brief and before long, Miss Greer ordered Lisa to
draw her knickers back up and return to the wall. Michael was then given the
honour of unpinning the girl's skirts and took pleasure in catching brief feels
of their bottoms as he made his way along the line. He vowed never to forget
the aroma of a sexually excited girl. 

All four pupils were dismissed at the same time, the girls headed for the
toilets and Michael for the cloakroom. When they were out of earshot of the
office, Lisa turned to Michael and said,

"Just you wait, Brains. We're gonna get you!" The other girls eagerly agreed
and retreated to the girl's toilet, no doubt to compare bottoms and wipe their
tear streaked faces. Michael ignored their threat as empty. 

Michael had learned a lot today, and without the need for a book. He learned
that girls could be mean, and could get punished. He learned that girls could
become as sexually aroused as he could and also, and perhaps most importantly
to him, he now knew what a live girl looked like between her legs. He had seen
three! 

As Michael walked home, he knew that he would need to pleasure himself that
night or he would never get to sleep. But what did those girls mean, 'we're
gonna get you?'

---

Michael and the girls return in part 2,
The Boy Was Done Good.

(C) 2002 The Courageous Pedagogue.
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