Survival instinct takes over - this is not the time or the place to get caught. Shoving the camera into a pocket, you take the first hiding place that occurs to you - on top of the wooden beams over Miss Stoller's door. Jumping up to grab one, you pull yourself over the top of it (adrenaline is a useful thing) and scramble to conceal yourself in the shadow next to the wall.
Miss Stoller creaks the door open and peeks out cautiously - obviously, she doesn't want to get caught any more than you do. She tiptoes into the hall and scans the vicinity, her eyes narrowed behind her large round glasses. You know that if she looks up, you're done for.
But it doesn't seem to occur to her, and after a moment, she picks up the doorknob from the floor and heads back into her office. The door closes, you hear a chain latch, and then a chair is shoved up against it from the inside. You wait a moment longer, listening carefully, but the thick walls of the dormitory prevent you from hearing anything else from within her office. Of course, that kind of sound insulation goes both ways, so you're able to slide down from the beams and make your way back upstairs without incident.
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The next day, Miss Stoller shows no signs of having mellowed, especially in her attitude toward you. You get two demerits at breakfast for not sitting up straight, and another for not standing when she enters the room. After your first two classes, you return to the dorm to find her posting announcements declaring severe penalties for any male student (females are not addressed, of course). When she declares a surprise inspection of all the boys' rooms following your afternoon classes, handing out demerits like Halloween candy, you decide that she's gone far enough.
The hall has a small computer lab with limited web access, and you spend a few profitable minutes in the room setting up a little surprise for Miss Stoller. After setting up an anonymous E-mail account on Hotmail, you compose a little note for Miss Stoller, pictures attached:
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Dear Miss Stoller,
What a pity that so beautiful and sexy a woman is such a cast-iron bitch. I really feel you could use an attitude adjustment, and so invite you to meet me after lights-out in the North Tower room in the dormitory - I assume you can get the key. Of course, if you choose not to meet me, then I'll take it upon myself to reassure the students and faculty of this school that there's this wonderfully free and open side of your personality that they've just never seen. In other words, I'll broadcast these photos to every E-mail inbox in the school and possibly to two or three other schools.
Come alone, and make sure you wear the same makeup and clothes as you do in the pictures, it's such a good look for you.
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Smiling with satisfaction, you hit send on the message and then quickly shut down the computer before making tracks out of the room. |