The oddest things just pop into your head sometimes…
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He was bent over the school desk, regretting his decision and very nervous. His Maths tutor, Miss Jameson, stood behind him, tapping her thigh with the slipper.
“I am deeply disappointed in you Timothy. You’ve not missed an assignment once in all your time here at St. Seb’s. I haven’t any idea why you’ve started now, especially so close to the Leavers Ball, but I intend to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Timothy knew why. He’d seen the slipper on the cupboard shelf every day for years and simply knew he must find out what it felt like before he couldn’t. Now, with his shorts pulled taut over his bottom, he wasn’t so sure.
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-M