Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit
Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit
Operation Scorched Arse - The Woody Back to School Unit
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23A Poor Beleaguered BumStanding gloomily on the landing with Katiewatching her like a hawk Debs had little else <strong>to</strong> dobut ruminate on her latest disaster.It had been a classic Debs moment. Onemoment she was sitting calmly in the assembly hallwaiting for the arrival of the Brass, the next momentshe inexplicably reached her leg out and slid thesatchel of the gal seated in front of her along thefloor and out of reach, forcing her <strong>to</strong> scramble <strong>to</strong>retrieve it. It was a <strong>to</strong>tally mindless action that wasn’teven particularly funny and was <strong>to</strong>tally lacking inguile.Nonetheless Deborah felt a momentary jag ofexhilaration, a strange and satisfying buzz. It wasshort-lived. Almost immediately she came back <strong>to</strong> hersenses with a crash. Anxiously she had turned herhead and looked <strong>to</strong>wards the end of the row of seats.She watched as Janet Mitchell theatrically reachedin<strong>to</strong> the pocket of her blazer and extracted her redcard.