You choose the better part of valor and say nothing. Miss Wilson approches Sarah with a predatory gleam in her eye. "So tell me Sarah," she says, "Exactly what do you think you were doing before class?"
Sarah looks down and almost inadubly replies, "Nothing."
"I can't hear you when you stare down at your lap. Perhaps your behavior has something to do with that?" Sarah looks up, here eyes wide with anxiety.
"Stand up, Sarah," says Miss Wilson.
Sarah stands, careful to keep her hands on the hem of her skirt so that nothing is revealed. But Miss Wilson approaches and look down at her. They are so close that Miss Wilson's ebon hair is touching Sarah's cheek. "What were you wanting for him to see? Something under here?" With that, Miss Wilson slips one hand under Sarah's skirt. "Ah yes," she continues, "I think I see what's going on here."
Miss Wilson looks back at you, her eyes burning. "It seems that Sarah is missing some garments. Doesn't it?" You gulp. |