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

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A <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Day</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Nixdown</strong> <strong>Nixon</strong><br />

Penny Ann had <strong>the</strong> misfortune <strong>of</strong> be<strong>in</strong>g elected<br />

Red-shirt dur<strong>in</strong>g a dark period <strong>in</strong> <strong>Woody</strong> his<strong>to</strong>ry<br />

known as Operation Scorched Arse. Poor Pen, she<br />

was <strong>the</strong> last person who wanted <strong>the</strong> job but <strong>the</strong><br />

prevail<strong>in</strong>g politics <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> time left her with no<br />

alternative o<strong>the</strong>r than <strong>to</strong> accept <strong>the</strong> commission. She<br />

had a dreadful time <strong>of</strong> it try<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> curb <strong>the</strong> he<strong>in</strong>ous<br />

activities <strong>of</strong> Patty’s sponsored goons from <strong>the</strong> Secret<br />

Sorority <strong>of</strong> Serial Spankers, aka, <strong>the</strong> SS.<br />

Pen picks up a rid<strong>in</strong>g hat, lea<strong>the</strong>r gloves and<br />

her crop. I envy her. <strong>The</strong>re is noth<strong>in</strong>g more<br />

<strong>in</strong>vigorat<strong>in</strong>g than a long hard ride across <strong>the</strong> Downs<br />

after a week <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> lecture rooms.<br />

As we are leav<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> apartment we happen<br />

upon Claire com<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>the</strong> stairs. She is also<br />

dressed for <strong>the</strong> ride.<br />

“So you’re go<strong>in</strong>g <strong>to</strong> risk putt<strong>in</strong>g you bum <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

saddle,” I giggle.<br />

She grimaces a little. “I am still absolutely<br />

sizzl<strong>in</strong>g,” she groans, “but if I let a sore arse get <strong>in</strong><br />

my way I’d never get anyth<strong>in</strong>g done.”<br />

Spoken like a true <strong>Woody</strong> gal.<br />

I watch Pen and Claire’s retreat<strong>in</strong>g backs as<br />

<strong>the</strong>y head <strong>to</strong>wards <strong>the</strong> stables and return <strong>to</strong> my<br />

rounds.<br />

Across <strong>the</strong> quad I see Ronnie and Reggie<br />

com<strong>in</strong>g out <strong>the</strong> ma<strong>in</strong> build<strong>in</strong>g. Surpris<strong>in</strong>gly <strong>the</strong>y are<br />

arm <strong>in</strong> arm.<br />

I amble over <strong>to</strong> meet <strong>the</strong>m.<br />

“How was it?” I ask.<br />

“She whops …” started Ronnie.

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