Volume 1 Whops and Clobber R Humphries - The Woody Back to ...

Whops and Clobber
Deborah had nearly reached the end of the
corridor when she heard the hall doors swing open
and shut again. She turned around and saw
Cassandra Cassidy come out of the hall, her tie
loosened and a hint of a grin on her face.
Debs waited for Cassie to approach.
“You too?” she asked.
Cassie Cassy nodded. “She’s pretty shirty so I
guess we’re in for some good, tight whops.”
“Hmmph!” grunted Deborah sullenly.
As they made their way through the labyrinth
of corridors that led to the Grand Dames study Cassie
tried to make idle conversation but Deborah was
unresponsive. She was fond of Cassie Cassy but she
was lost in her own disgruntled train of thought.
Debs had been genuinely surprised when the
Grand Dame had pointed out her delinquent
neckwear. Despite Ms Lawton’s accusations it had
been a genuine oversight. Each morning Deborah
rose an hour early for tennis practice with her coach,
Ms Lummell. After they had finished practicing serves,
lobs and slices Deborah generally completed her
training by running several laps around the
compound. That morning she had been feeling quite
active and had added an extra lap. The additional
time had meant that she had had to rush into the
shower and then finish dressing as she dashed
through the quadrangle to the assembly hall. She had
merely forgotten to finish by fastening her collar and
tightening her tie.
The more Debs thought about it the more
unreasonable her ignominious dismissal from the hall
appeared. Although six of the best first thing in the