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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
Claire and Melons have officially finished their
sentences and are enrolled in the Old Gal program.
Generally they are afforded the privilege of dressing
in civilian clothes unless they have managed to earn
themselves whops. It is not just the clobber that’s a
giveaway, as they approach the station they both
have their hands stuffed into their blazer pockets.
This is standard Woody procedure to avoid the
temptation of engaging in the cardinal sin of public
rubbing.
“How’s it going?” I greet them. I would not be
so crass as to demand details of the miss-adventures
of their bumbags unless they are volunteered.
However between you, me and the garden post I
doubt that I will be left wondering for too long.
Melons reaches over for a mug. “We’ve just
been soundly beaten,” she informs me.
Now I grant you that in some walks of life that
this response might be considered a tad queer but at
Woodys we talk about whops twenty-four-seven,
which is hardly surprising considering that is more or
less the timetable that whops are on the menu
around this joint.
“Very soundly,” agrees Claire as she starts to
pour coffee. “He’s got a new cane and we were his
guinea pigs. It’s a fucking killer.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I tell them.
Melanie rolled her eyes at me. “No you’re not
Nix, you are chomping at the bit to hear the gory
details.”
“We were late back for curfew,” explains
Claire.