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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
beginning to break through so hopefully it will turn
into a pretty day as I will have to spend the majority
of it patrolling the grounds.
Debs is chattering away cheerfully about her
new hairdo. Despite her natural self-assurance which
can sometimes be rather irritating she is not in the
least bit vain. In fact she is quite the opposite and
can be very self-conscious. I think that is part of the
reason that she always used to dress like a hobo.
Yesterday I finally persuaded her to come into town
with me and a visit a friend of mine, Pencil, at his
salon.
We took the bus into town and she was
extremely grumpy and non-communicative. I
assumed this was because she still had smoke
billowing out from under her skirt as a result of being
caned by the Wart just an hour earlier. The Wart
hates Deborah and really did a number on her.
The Wart landed the first five strokes with textbook
precision and then announced that she was
going to finish things up with a bacon slicer. We all
had our fingers crossed and were hoping that the
Wart would fluff the stroke and miss but sadly not.
Somehow Debs managed to stay down and
avoided giving the Wart the opportunity to take a
second shot at her. Of course Debs put a brave face
on it while she was being post-processed but I have
known her for a long time and I could tell that she
had just been nailed and was in pretty bad shapes.
My pal Pencil is as camp as a row of tents and
can be very bitchy but I had instructed him to be nice
to Debs and for once he kept his catty tongue in