A Life in the Day of Rosemary Booker - The Woody Back to School ...

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it off and set it aside. I flip the shaft of my tie over
my left shoulder and return my hands to the top of
my head.
Katie works methodically, inspecting every
stitch and seam, muttering ominously to herself. She
will not inform me of her findings until the inspection
is complete. I do my level best to remain calm as she
cluck-clucks and tut-tuts in a manner purposefully
designed to unnerve me.
After several minutes she steps in front of me
and to my relief announces that I am clean.
“Go next door,” she snaps.
Next-door is an anteroom adjacent to her main
office. There are numerous filing cabinets and other
office furnishings that she uses for her administrative
duties. In the center of the room is a wood-topped
desk.
I reach under my skirt and roll down my
bumbags and then after gathering up the hem of my
skirt I stretch out across the desktop.
Of all the many indignities that we are
subjected to at the unit this may well be the worst.
Katie takes her own sweet time before she
deigns to come into the anteroom to complete this
humiliating process. I hear her heels clipping on the
wood floors.
“Whoa,” she squeals with obvious delight as
she looks down at my still striped behind. “These are
still sizzling.”
She claps her hands and then begins to pinch
and prod me. I consider kicking back and giving her a
good hack on the shin. I hate that be-yotch.