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