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

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon
half a dozen gals had already been whopped and it
was only just lunch-time.
She chuckled, “Weekend madness. It’s the
same everywhere. Back at Queensgate Monday was
always my busy day as the gals weren’t whopped at
weekends. One Monday evening I had to pop a dozen
gals,” she recalled.
“I bet Debs was one of them,” I comment.
She shook her head. “No during my term Debs
was always thrashed last thing on Friday nights, but
the Bounder was amongst them and if I recall
correctly I had to give her the max. Poor love.”
“How did she take it?” I ask.
Christy chuckled again. “You know the Bounder
she curled her lip at me contemptuously and made
out it didn’t hurt. But in private she would always tell
me when I had got her good.”
“Were you chums?” I ask.
“Well not really chums, she wasn’t with us for
more than a few months before she was called upon
to appear at her father’s trial and after that she was
sent to reform school,” she replied. “I didn’t see her
again until she was in the stand at the tribunal.”
We go into the Old Gals quarters and drag the
suitcases up to the top floor.
“So guest disciplinarian huh?” I grin. “Well if
you need some target practice I’m always available.”
Christy giggles. “I’m sure that I could
accommodate you,” she tells me. “When’s a good
time.”
“Any time is a good time but it’s probably best
to wait until tomorrow, I’m too busy today playing
Duty Monitor for having any fun before the feast.”