“Wait just a second,” you tell Miss Silverton. She looks at you questioningly. “What did you say?”, she asks. “Wait just a second here,” you repeat.
She returns to behind her desk, and sits down. “Do you realize I could have you disciplined, or even expelled, for insubordination?!”, she asks you. “Certainly,” you reply, “but I don’t mean anything like that. I just want to be sure I understand you.”
She nods.
“You’re doing these MRTAs with everyone, but not just for me?”, you ask. “Right,” she says, leaning toward you. “You’re doing this, by your own admission, to quote you, for the benefit of the girls?”
“Correct,” she says. “Well then,” you ask her, “wouldn’t it be the sensible thing for you to test the boys first? I’d think that you’d want to check the quality, not to mention other areas, of anything before you allow it to come into contact with your female students?”
"I don't know," she says. "This is the first time we've done this, so I don't know if it's better for me to be involved, or not to get involved."
"To help you decide," you tell her, "let me show you what I bring into it." You open your pants, drop them to your ankles, and stand so it comes into view. |