A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
chain to do hard labor is one of the great mysteries of
life kept classified by the darkest of the Dark Agents.
The rules, regulations and protocols are
contained in mighty tomes and during our first week
at the facility we were required to learn them by
heart, our mentor could spot test us any time she
chose.
Katie, of course, elected to test me regularly
and regardless of whether I gave the correct
responses or not she always found a reason to yank
me over her knee and dust me liberally. Now this type
of behavior is guaranteed to give a gal of my
temperament a severe dose of the pip so I resorted
to my tried and trusted skill in shin-hacking.
This made for an acrimonious relationship.
Katie knew that she could not very well report me as
most of the dustings were completely unjustified. We
began a war of attrition.
Katie is a queer cove by any standards. She is
of course knock down beautiful with that mane of
hair, bright blue eyes and a body to die for. She is
also a cruel, nasty and odious specimen of humanity.
In another of life’s mysteries she had done
some more finagling and had got herself elected as
Red-shirt. This was due to the fact that during the
early part of her sentence her chaps had died in a car
crash and Ms Lawton had taken over responsibility for
acting as her Court Appointed Guardian. Unwisely Ms
Lawton had decided that giving Katie responsibility
might increase her ward’s chances of becoming
socially rehabilitated. Snakes do not become socially
rehabilitated and Katie is a fucking viper.