Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arse“Well you go outside and wait in the corridorand when that gal is sitting down I’m going to comeand have a few words with you.” With a sneer on herface Yvonne Godfrey reached into her pocket andtheatrically produced her red card. There was a gaspin the hall. Queue jumping traditionally attracted ayellow card at worst. Most prefects would have let heroff with a verbal warning.“Booker, Phase 5,” she announced loudly. “Sixof the best for jumping line. Nose and toes in thecorridor until I have time to deal with you.”With bowed head and a heavy tread Rosemarytrudged out of the hall and into the corridor. Some ofthe gals in line gave her sympathetic grins butRosemary was in no mood to return them. It was along wait before the last gal had finally collected herlunch tray and made her way to her seat givingRosemary plenty of time to ruminate on her latestmisfortune.Like most inmates of the facility Rosemarydespised Yvonne Godfrey and had viewed herpromotion to a member of the Elite with trepidation.Rosemary watched disconsolately as Yvonne enteredthe corridor. She had an uncomfortable feeling thatshe was about to get a humiliating scolding from thenew prefect. Doubtless it would be delivered at onehundred decibels so everybody could hear.However, Rosemary Booker was in for an evenmore unpleasant shock.Yvonne Godfrey grinned wolfishly at Rosemary.“Hungry are we, Booker? Fancy some lunch nowyou’ve waited so long?”