Volume 15 – The Woodettes - The Woody Back to School Unit

87muscles would be straining uncomfortably. The longershe was forced to remain in her ignominious stoopthe more likely she was to jerk up. She flexed thecane and raised her arm in the air.Rosemary’s chums watched sympathetically.The Wart’s tactics were transparent. She was wellaware how difficult it was to maintain the toetouchingposition and she was making Rosemarysuffer unnecessarily.They crossed their fingers as the fifth strokeslashed across their chum’s bumbags.“It’s only whops, it’s only whops,” Rosemarymuttered. Despite her unfortunate epiphany that thecane actually hurt and her recent determination tokeep whippy sticks away from her bumbags she wasstill a player. She had no intention of giving the Wartan opportunity to give her extra strokes. Shesqueezed her eyes shut and repeated her mantraover and over in her head. The sixth stroke slashedacross her crammed full bumbags at an alarmingspeed.“Be-yotch,” muttered Rosemary.“You did very well,” consoled Deborah as sherubbed mystical balms into the stripes on her bestchum’s rear end. “You put it up and kept it up, andyou stayed down. I’m proud of you.”Rosemary grunted. “She’s still a be-yotch.”Patty was glowering into her glass. The Wart’sgloating was beginning to give her the pip. In herposition as Deputy Grand Dame, with no teaching