Brigitte, a leggy curvaceous brunette with an impertinent smile, gave her best friend Christine a significant look before replying insolently as she sat down at the front of the class. "Miss Birstthwaite isn't here today, Sir. Remember, she's away in London at a conference. Anyway, Miss Stricker already gave us a bloody detention at assembly. She said we had to get changed straight after this lesson, during morning break."
The Miss Stricker to whom Brigitte was referring was Bethany, my fiancée. "Please don't swear, Brigitte," I warned calmly.
Christine, an energetic tall full-chested tactile blonde, chipped in. "It's not fair. It's the last day of term! No-one else is wearing their uniform properly but she doesn't pick on them. I'd really like to get her back. She's such a cow!" she whi
