Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit

Operation Scorched Arse“I will certainly be considering that option,”snapped the Grand Dame.Cathryn rolled her eyes.Ms Lawton scowled at the prefect. “Raise yourskirt,” she said curtly.“Oh good grief,” said Cat. She reached underher skirt and extracted a packet of Marlboro Lightsfrom the elastic waistband of her bumbags. “Arethese what you’re looking for?” she asked and tossedthem on the desk.“Your attitude is not helping you,” said MsLawton. “You still have the remainder of the yearbefore you complete the program and I can still flunkyou. You know that alcohol and cigarettes areforbidden but you continue to flaunt the rules.”“Look Ma’am,” said Cat. “I’m a prefect; I wasout in town on a legitimate pass. I had a couple ofscoops and I would have stashed the fags when I gotback. If Patty, oops, Ms Hodge, hadn’t introducedsome new and unannounced protocol then nobodywould be any the wiser.”Ms Lawton sighed. She always found dealingwith Cathryn most disconcerting. During her years inMilitary Intelligence she had been trained tointerrogate terrorists and enemies of the state. Shewas considered a master practitioner of the craft.However, in the nearly seven years that she had beenresponsible for overseeing Cathryn’s socialrehabilitation she had never managed to satisfactorilypenetrate Cat’s inner psyche.It was not that Cathryn was devious ordisingenuous. In fact quite the opposite, she wasstartling forthright and straight-forward. She wasn’trude or arrogant or even willfully disobedient. She