Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched ArseDebs wriggled through the corridors, her arseon fire. It was Saturday morning and she needed togo to her study and pick up her clarinet for orchestrapractice.She crossed the quadrangle and making surethat there were no prefects lurking about she slippedbehind the accommodation wing and sought outRosemary’s cigarette stash pile. Debs didn’t reallysmoke, just one or two a week when she was feelingstressed and with her bum blazing like a furnace shewas feeling particularly stressed.She sucked down on the fag and looked downat her watch. The visit with Ms Lawton had been soprotracted that she had missed almost half thepractice. Nonetheless she wasn’t too concerned. Thepiece that Ms Whitton had chosen for the recital wasfamiliar and the last two rehearsals had goneswimmingly. She stubbed out her fag and flicked itinto a nearby compost heap.She headed back to the front door of theaccommodation wing to fetch her clarinet and wishedthat her arse didn’t burn so ferociously.