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

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Pen wears her mass of blonde curls mussed up
on the top of her head. She has strong features
dominated by large blue eyes and radiates health.
She is my English rose.
We did not waste time with niceties.
“Remove your blazer and place your hands on
your head,” she instructed me as soon as I walked
through the door.
Penny Ann is a quiet and gentle gal by nature
but she served a year in the role of Red-shirt at the
unit and was responsible for disciplining hundreds of
inmates. She taught herself the art of exuding
strength and patrician authority.
I did as I was told.
Penny stood up and set the crop to one side.
She took off her black leather gloves and slowly
unfastened the five buttons down the front of her
jacket.
The stable was quite dark, with just the
candles flickering and a little light from the moon and
the stars. It was serenely silent with the only sound
the occasional snort from the horses in their stalls.
Pen shrugged off her jacket and hung it up
beside my red and black striped blazer.
The white cotton and silk material of her
blouse clung to her upper torso like a second skin.
She was wearing a thick leather belt around her waist
that accentuated her hour-glass figure. I thought she
looked magnificent.