New Self Defense Class at Washington High - Chapter 13, part 2 - Gail's In Charge

**Chapter 13 - part 2 - Gail’s In Charge**

Gail helped her boss, Nurse Spalding, and Sandy load Tommy into the school’s van to take him to the hospital.

“This will probably take all day, I’ll text you with any updates,” Nurse Spalding told Gail. “I appreciate you taking over for me in the nurse’s office today.”

“No problem,” Gail said, then paused a moment and asked. “Do you think his cock is going to be okay?”

“Well, I haven’t seen a whole lot of broken cocks in my work here at the school, but I think he’ll be just fine.” Then they heard a loud moan come out from the van and Nurse Spalding turned to Gail and said, “At least I think he’ll be fine. We had better get going - thanks again for helping out in the office. And don’t forget, we have quite a few guys signed up for nut testing today, see if you can get someone to help you.”

“Okay,” Gail said, “I’m actually kind of looking forward to it!”

Gail stood and watched the van pull away and felt both excited and nervous about having to run the office by herself for the first time in her young apprenticeship. *This could be an interesting day*, she thought to herself.

As she turned to go back into the school, she saw Heather Anderson running like a Banshee toward the side door of the school. Heather was nice enough to help with the nut testing just the day before, even though it was a Sunday.

“Heather what’s the rush?” Gail asked as Heather ran by.

“I’m late for class - I had to help my brother out this morning,” Heather said, stopping to catch her breath. “His nuts are still pretty bad after yesterday.”

“You know, I could just get you a pass for being late,” Gail suggested.

“Awww, Gail, that would be so helpful thanks.”

“As a matter of fact, how would you like to take the whole day off of school and join me win the nurse’s office?” Gail asked.

“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t know how much help I’d be in there,” Heather said.

“You actually would be a huge help,” Gail said, now walking with her toward the side door of the school. “Miss Spalding had to take a student to the hospital this morning and is going to be gone all day and she needs me to continue the nut testing here in the office. We having testing scheduled all day and who better to help me with that, than you?!”

“And you can write me a pass to miss all of my classes?” Heather asked, now excited at the prospect.

“I sure can! So will you help?” Gail asked, reaching out to hold Heather’s hand.

“Show me where the nuts are!” Heather said enthusiastically. And Gail pulled her by the arm, into the school and down to her office.

When they arrived at the office, they already had a patient waiting, sitting on one of the chairs inside the nurse’s office. It was Larry Falls, the second-year phy ed teacher.

“Can I help you?” Gail asked the handsome young man.

“Yeah, is Nurse Spalding around? I’m here for my test.”

Gail and Heather looked at each other with a funny look.

“Oh, teachers are getting tested today, too?” Gail asked.

“Yeah, from what I understand, there are a few of us getting tested today. Am I early?”

A large smile formed on Gail’s face as she looked over at Heather. Little did she know, these men had all signed up to be tested for COVID, not the nut test.

“No, no, you’re not early. You’re just in time. Please step behind that screen and strip down to your underwear,” Gail instructed.

“Is the stripping completely necessary?” Larry asked a reluctance in his voice.

Gail was a little turned off by his push back and walked over to the teacher, put her hand on his back and guided him toward the changing area, “I would say to get an effective test, yes, this is necessary. Wouldn’t you agree, Heather?”

Before Heather could speak, Mr. Falls chimed in, “Wait, she’s going to help with the test?”

“Yes, she is,” Gail responded, “Miss Spalding is out for the entire day, so Heather will be assisting me. She’s quite good at this.”

Larry looked over at Heather, “Oh, so you enjoy this field?”

“I do,” is all Heather could manage to say, a little intimidated by the male teacher.

“Well, I’m yours then, I guess,” Mr. Falls conceded. “I change over here?”

Gail nodded and pulled the curtain behind him. A few moments later, Larry stepped out from the curtain, wearing nothing but white boxer shorts - a sizable bulge lurking behind it. Gail looked over at Heather with slightly raised eyebrows, impressed with what she saw.

“Great,” Gail said, “Now step over to the edge of this bed and Heather will help strap you in.”

As Heather guided him to the bed, Larry grew a little more confused. “But, what is this…”

A bit frustrated, Gail picked up Nurse Spalding’s clipboard from her desk, which she really didn’t get a chance to look at since entering the office and pointed out to Mr. Falls that they had a full day of tests to get to and that any further delays would put them hopelessly behind.

“Okay, okay,” Larry said. “I’m just a little confused.”

“I know this test might be a little uncomfortable for you, but you’re in good hands, Larry. Can I call you Larry?” Gail said as she helped Heather strap both his ankles and hands to the end of the bed, while Larry stood there befuddled.

“Sure, you can call me Larry,” the phy ed teacher said, looking down on his restraints. “I just don’t see why all of this is necessary.”

Gail finished securing the ankle straps, stood up and reached out and cupped Larry’s bulge.

“Whoa!” Larry said, caught by surprise at the intimate touching.

Gail, still holding onto his nuts through his underwear, looked back at Heather, “You want to go first, or shall I?”

“Ummm, ladies, what’s going on?” Larry said, feeling a bit aroused, but also really confused.

“You can,” Heather said, “Then I’ll step in right behind you. You might want to step aside once you’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan. You wearing those?” Gail asked looking down on Heather’s Mary Jane’s.

“If I’m going to be here all day, I figured I better wear something sturdy,” Heather said shrugging her shoulders.

Then Gail at her patient. “You ready?”

Before he could answer, Gail put her hands on Larry’s shoulders, looked back at Heather who was now right behind her. “Let’s do this!” She said as she thrust her right knee violently into Larry’s groin. And before he could even do anything but cough, Heather immediately followed up with a thrashing kick, hitting both nuts dead on!

The look on Larry’s face was priceless - his eyes bulged wide, his tongue burst from his mouth, and he started retching loudly. Both strikes were definitely a direct hit.

Heather turned to Gail and both ladies clapped their hands like little school girls. “Great job, Heather!”

“Thanks! And your knee thrust was amazing!”

“WHAT!” Cough, cough! “In!” Cough, cough, gurgle. “The!” Spit, spit! “FUCK!” Larry somehow managed to get out from his position of agonizing pain.

Gail stepped over to Larry, crouched down in front of him and cupped his groin. “Oh, wow, there’s already nice swelling to these,” she said. “I know it can be a bit uncomfortable, but just hang in there, Mr. Falls. Only about 20 more minutes of kicking.”

“WHAT??? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He screamed. “MY BALLS!”

The door to the nurse’s office swung open and in stepped Ms. Brown, the principal. “Did I hear some screaming?” She asked, somewhat blocked from the view of Mr. Falls.

“Oh, hi, Ms. Brown,” Gail said cheerfully, “We’re just doing some nut testing, would you like to join us?”

“Oh, good, the principal’s here,” Larry muttered, hoping she would put an end to this madness.

The principal looked down on her watch, then back up to Gail and Heather. “You know, I could probably get a few kicks in, if you guys don’t mind?” She said, taking off her blazer. “What student are you test…ing?” The principal asked as she realized who was strapped to the bed.

“Mr. Falls?” Ms. Brown said, “I didn’t realize you signed up to have your nuts tested. How marvelous! What a wonderful idea!”

“But I…” Larry tried to explain the situation, but he was too late. Ms. Brown wasted no time and punted her black stiletto into Larry’s nuts with all her might. He instantly passed out.

“Good shot, ma’am!” Gail shouted.

“She didn’t pop one, did she?” Heather asked.

“Naw, you would have heard that one - I did get him with the point of my shoe, though,” Ms. Brown said. “It’s good to see you helping out with this, Heather. Did we get her a pass to miss class?”

“Already taken care of,” Gail responded. “Should we check his nuts?”

“Well, I have to get back to work,” Miss Brown said. “Carry on with your testing. Don’t let me get in your way.”

“Did you want to try your stomping technique?” Gail asked Heather with a smile.

“Sure! But how can we do that with him strapped to the end of the bed like this?”

“I have just the thing,” Gail said, walking across the room. “Here, help me with this,” she said taking one end of a three-foot tall wooden table.

They brought the table over to where Mr. Falls stood, still passed out, at the end of the bed.

“We better take care of this first,” Gail said grabbing the waistband of his boxers and lowering them as far as his spread legs would allow. Both ladies stood silently for a moment, enjoying the view of Mr. Falls’ package. His dick wasn’t gigantic, but it was a good six inches flaccid and nice and thick.

“I’ll hold his nuts up, you slide the table underneath,” Gail instructed Heather.

Once in place, Gail helped Heather up to the table. “This is perfect!” Heather said with glee in her voice. She kicked off both of her Mary Jane's and wearing beautiful blue Angora socks, she placed her right foot on his left nut and started applying pressure.

“This must be the nut Ms. Brown kicked,” Heather said, concentrating on getting a good feel with her foot. “I can feel it’s pretty damaged.”

“Wow, you can tell that just from standing on it?” Gail asked.

“Well, you have to apply some pressure to really get a feel for how bad it’s injured, you should come up and give it a try!”

“I’m not sure that’s really my area of expertise, I’d hate to damage anything. We’re really just trying to test his nuts, not break them.”

“Well, how do you know if you don’t try?” Heather said, reaching her hand down to Gail, encouraging her to join her on the table. After a moment's hesitation, Gail kicked off her shoes, grabbed Heather’s hand and pulled herself up onto the table.

“Whoa, this is higher than I thought,” Gail said, holding onto Heather for support.

“Yeah, just don’t lose your balance because one slip and you could flatten one or both of Mr. Falls’ nuts and that would not be good.” Heather paused, “for him anyway!” Both girls tried to stifle a laugh.

“So how do I do this?” Gail asked.

“Here, hold both of my hands and lightly place your left foot on his left nut,” Heather instructed.

“But isn’t that his injured nut?”

“Yes, but you said you wanted me to show you how I could feel an injured nut,” Heather looked up at Gail, “And that’s his injured nut.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Gail responded.

“So gently place your foot just over the nut.”

Gail lifted her left foot, now clutching tightly to Heather’s hands, feeling very nervous. “Like this?” Gail asked.

“Yep. Now here’s the key to this whole thing,” Heather said with a serious tone in her voice. “Only use the arch of your foot and roll the nut to the ball of your foot and do that back and forth a few times. If you use your heel at all, it could do permanent damage to the nut and that would be bad.”

“Oooh, yeah, that would be bad,” Gail said wincing. “How’s this?”

Watching Gail roll the nut under her foot, being careful to keep it under her arch, Heather was impressed. “That’s very good. I knew you’d get the hang of it! Now try applying just a little more pressure to the nut.”

Gail, who was staring at her foot, making sure she was doing things correctly, looked up at Heather, holding tightly to her hands. “You want more pressure? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“It’s only dangerous if you put too much pressure on it,” Heather assured her.

“How will I know if I’m using too much pressure?”

“This is where getting a feel for the nut comes into play. The more pressure you put, the more you can feel how it’s doing. Trust me,” Heather said, getting a better grip of Gail’s hands.

Gail nodded, looked down at her foot and squeezed Gail’s hands much tighter this time. Slowly but surely she started applying more pressure while rolling the nut back and forth under her foot. The room was deafly silent. About 30 seconds in, Gail could start to feel what Heather was talking about. “I can feel the small fractures in the nut!” Gail said excitedly. “This is so cool!”

“You’re doing great!” Heather reassured her. “Now add a little more weight to it.”

“Really?” Gail said, looking up once again at Gail.

“You got this,” Heather said. “Just remember, no heel!”

Gail readjusted her stance and leaned in toward Mr. Falls. This time, with more pressure, both ladies could hear the crunching of the ligaments in his left nut. Gail looked up, somewhat surprised. “Is that okay? Am I hurting him?”

“You’re doing great. That crunching is just his nut’s way to adjust to the pressure it is receiving.”

“So I’m not hurting him?”

“Well, if he were awake, I’d say this would most likely be let’s say, uncomfortable for him. But for the sake of this test, this is exactly what we want.”

“That’s so awesome, you are such a good…”

WHOOOSH! The door to the nurse’s office flew open, startling both Gail and Heather. In an instant, Gail went tumbling forward as the two women let go of each others’ hands causing Gail’s left foot to slide forward only to stop when the heel of her foot got caught on Mr. Falls’ left nut, crunching it loudly.

Gail and Heather froze in place and looked at each other.

“What was that sound?” The girl in the doorway asked, stunned at the sight in front of her.

Heather and Gail quickly jumped off the table.

“Oh, hi, Andrea,” Gail said to the cheerleader who had spilled coffee on her shirt earlier in the day.

“Is that Mr. Falls?” Andrea asked, craning her neck to try to get a better look around the two ladies standing in front of her.

“Umm, yes. Yes, it is,” Gail said, a little embarrassed. “What can I help you with?”

“Ahhh, Nurse Spalding told me this morning I should check back in to see if my shirt and bra are ready. This shirt is WAY too tight for me and I think it’s a little see-through.”

The young lady was right. The white half-shirt that Nurse Spalding found for her was about two sizes too small accentuating her D-cup breasts and her nipples were quite visible underneath.

“That shirt is cute, but it is pretty small,” Gail said, “Sorry, I haven’t seen your shirt or bra. We're kind of busy right now, can you check back later?”

“I guess, but boys keep leering at me and that perv, Mr. Wilson, stared at me all through science class,” Andrea said. “I just need a place to hide out until I get my shirt back.”

“I know what you’re saying about Mr. Wilson, he comes down here all the time. I saw him checking out Miss Spalding the other day and I swear he had a boner,” Gail said. “If you want to hang out here until we find your bra and shirt, that’s fine by me.”

“Cool, thanks. What are you guys - um - doing in here?” Andrea said gesturing toward Mr. Falls.

“Oh, ah - haha - we’re doing nut tests all day,” Gail said sheepishly. “We were testing Mr. Falls here, when you walked in.”

“Were you standing on his nut?” Andrea asked more than a little curious.

“Ahhh yeah, that’s part of the testing, right Heather? Do you guys know each other?” Gails asked.

“I’ve seen you around,” Andrea said. “I’m Andrea,” she said reaching her hand out to shake Heather's.

“Hi, I’m Heather. I’ve seen you cheering at the football games.”

“Heather was teaching me her method of testing nuts, she’s very good at it.” Gail said with some pride.

“Hey, that’s cool. Maybe you can show me sometime?” Andrea said, somewhat joking.

“Well, we’re here all day testing. Maybe you could help us?” Heather said, looking over at Gail for approval.

“Well, if she’s going to be hiding out from pervs, I guess we could put her to work,” Gail said.

“You’re testing nuts all day?” Andrea asked.

“Yeah, here’s our schedule,” Gail said, handing her the clipboard with all of the names on it.

“Oh, yeah, here’s Mr. Falls’ name,” Andrea said, then she brought her hand up to her mouth and started laughing. “Oh my God!”

“What?” Gail asked, confused with her laughter.

Andrea held the clipboard up, showing both ladies. “See the list of names here?” She said. Both women nodded. “Well, if you go across to this column, what do you see?”

“It says ‘COVID test,’” Heather said, her jaw dropping about as low as it could go.

Gail grabbed the clipboard from Andrea’s hands, traced her finger from Mr. Falls’ name over to the right of it and saw that it did, indeed, say “COVID test.”

“Fuck!!” Gail said. “Holy shit, I’m in so much trouble!”

“What, why?” Heather asked with concern.

“Heather. We were supposed to give him a COVID test, NOT a nut test!” Then she remembered the crunching sound they heard when Andrea walked in. “Shit!” She said, running over to Mr. Falls’ limp body, pushing the wooden table out of her way.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Look at this nut!” Gail said holding up his left nut. Andrea’s eyes went wide seeing the swollen orb. “What are we going to do?”

“Is it ruptured?” Heather asked.

Gail rolled the nut around in her hand. “I can’t exactly tell. It’s swollen, but I think it’s still intact.”

“Okay, how about we do this,” Heather said, brainstorming out loud. “Let’s get him dressed, wheel him down to the gym and wake him up for his class.”

“Will that work?” Gail asked with panic in her voice.

“Maybe he won’t remember us kicking him. It’s worth a shot,” Heather said, trying to reassure her new friend.

“Here, help me with these straps,” Gail said to Heather. The two of them carefully undid the restraints holding up their patient.

As Gail started pulling up Mr. Falls’ boxers, she paused and looked at the other two. “If we send him to the gym with these loose boxers on, his nuts are going to be swinging all over the place and he’ll feel that for sure.”

“You’re right,” Heather said. “We should find him a jockstrap to hold those suckers firmly in place. Do you have any in here?”

“I don’t know, let's look around,” Gail said, “But we’ve got to hurry, his class starts in less than ten minutes!”

All three ladies frantically looked in every drawer in the nurse’s office, trying to find a jockstrap, but with the clock ticking, they had to get him back to the gym.

“Shit, this is no use. Let’s just get him in the wheelchair and bring him down to the gym,” Gail said with exasperation.

“Wait!” Andrea shouted as she stepped over to the door to make sure that it was locked. “I have an idea.”

She grabbed the waistband of her light pink leggings and proceeded to lower them down to the floor. Heather and Gail looked at each other with bewilderment. Then Andrea hooked both of her thumbs into the straps of her pink thong and lowered that to the floor. This put a smile on Gail’s face as she figured out what she was doing.

Standing there in her extremely tight white shirt and nothing on below the waist, looking like she was about to do a photo shoot for Playboy, Andrea lifted up her thong, handed it to Gail and said, “This should hold his nuts in place nicely.”

Gail grabbed the panties, pulled Andrea’s face in tightly to hers and gave her a kiss right on the lips. “You’re a genius! Now help me get these on him."

Once the panties were on, the ladies couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “He looks cute,” Heather said with a laugh. “And those nuts aren’t going anywhere!”

“Let’s go!” Gail said as she took control of the wheel chair and they started down the hall.

Once in the gym, the three ladies looked around and the coast was clear. They wheeled the chair into Mr. Fall’s office and started to leave.

“We can’t just leave him here like this,” Gail said. “We should wake him up.”

“It’s probably not a good idea for him to see you two here when he wakes up,” Andrea said. “I’ll just squirt him with this water bottle and tell him it’s time for his class to start.”

“Great idea!” Gail said, patting her on the back. “Thank you so much for helping me out with this. When you’re done, come down to the nurse’s office and let me know how it went.”

“Sure thing - now go!” Andrea said.

Once the other two were gone, Andrea picked up the water bottle and carefully aimed it at Mr. Falls and squeezed hard. Unbeknownst to her, the lid of the water bottle wasn’t screwed on completely and water went everywhere, on Mr. Falls, on the floor and all over Andrea’s white shirt. In a panic to wipe the water off of herself, she didn’t notice that Mr. Falls had woken up until she heard his voice.

“Am I in Heaven?” He said, looking up at this incredibly beautiful, nubile, young lady in tight pink leggings and soaking wet, tight white shirt, completely exposing her gorgeous breasts.

Trying to play off the scene, Andrea went from wiping the water off her breasts, to leaning forward and whispering to the gym teacher, “It’s not heaven, but class does start in about 2 minutes, so we better get a move on.”

Looking up at the clock, Mr. Falls yelled, “Shit! We’re playing indoor softball today. I got to get set up!” He jumped out of his wheelchair and immediately buckled over at the waist. “Ahhh, fuck! My balls!” He screamed. “What happened to my balls?!”

Trying to think fast, Andrea had to say *something*. “Oh, ummm, the nurse gave you a shot for COVID this morning. She said you might be sore.”

“A shot in my balls?!!!”

“Yeah, well, they think, for guys, that the vaccine will, um, work better if they, um, shoot it directly, ahhh, there, ya know?”

“Really? I don’t even remember them doing that,” Mr. Falls said, now lightly gripping his sack.

“Yeah, they said you passed out right away,” Andrea, of course, lied. “Which is probably a good thing since, ya know, that would probably hurt.”

“So that’s why I was in this wheelchair,” Mr. Falls said to himself.

“Exactly. The nurse told me to keep an eye on you this class period to be sure you don’t have any adverse reaction to the shot.”

“Is this swelling to be expected?” He asked.

“Oh, um, yes it is. You should be fine by the end of the day. That is, unless you get hit there again,” Andrea said, hoping he wouldn’t notice her slip up with using the word “again.”

Mr. Falls started walking out the door to his office when he winced in pain. “Ugh, how long will this pain last?” He asked Andrea.

“I’m not exactly sure, but you just had an injection into your testicle, so you are to expect some discomfort throughout the day,” Andrea said, making stuff up on the fly.

*SOME discomfort?* Mr. Falls thought to himself. *This is pore agony*.

As they exited his office into the gym, Mr. Falls grabbed about ten softballs and was bringing them out to the center of the gym when, Sally, a chipper, bouncy girl who was in his class came running over. “What are we playing today Mr. Falls?! Anything I can help with set-up?”

“Hi, Sally,” Mr. Falls said, grateful that she wanted to help. “We’re playing softball today, can you help me set these up over in the middle of the gym?”

“Sure thing!” She said, far too excitedly. “You really have your hands full, Mr. Falls. Let me grab some of those balls.”

“That would be great, thanks.”

She grabbed three of the balls that looked like they might fall off the top of his pile and ran them over to the middle of the gym.

“Thank you, Sally. You’re very helpful.”

The young lady came running back to help carry more. “Your hands are still really full, Mr. Falls. Let me grab a few more balls. Oh, look! One went down into your shorts!” She said giddily. “That must be uncomfortable. I’ll get it!”

Not realizing what she just said, Mr. Falls kept slowly walking toward the center of the gym when Sally firmly grabbed a hold of the ball in his shorts. And who could blame her? It was the same size as those softballs he was carrying.

“This ball won’t budge!” Sally yelled out, unwittingly taking a hold of her teacher’s swollen nut.

Mr. Falls let out a loud scream and dropped all of the softball he was carrying. But this didn’t deter Sally. She grabbed with even more force and pulled hard, trying to set it free.

Looking on, Andrea was torn - should she do nothing and keep watching this hilarious spectacle or should she intervene and try to save the man’s nut from an overzealous pupil? Then a genius thought came to her. *This might be a way to take the blame off of Gail and Heather. That’s actually perfect*. So ignoring the teacher’s cries of pain, Andrea decided to play dumb and started picking up all of the softballs he was dropping.

“Mr. Falls, you really should be more careful with your balls - they're going all over the place!” Andrea yelled, “here let me help!”

“This one is stuck!” Sally cried out, “What should I do?”

“Keep pulling, I’m sure you can pop it free!” Andrea said trying to hide her smile.

Sally nodded her head, stuck out her tongue in concentration, and now grabbed onto the ball with both hands. Mr. Falls was in no shape to fight back as he slunk to the floor. “Stop,” he tried to yell out. “That’s my ball!”

“Oh, Mr. Falls, what have you always taught us?” Sally said, gripping his nut even harder. “You say we should share the balls, right? So this isn't YOUR ball, it's OUR ball.”

Then, as more students were entering the gym for class - POP! The nut gave way and imploded in Sally’s hands. And Mr. Falls, for the second time today, passed out.

“Ummm, I think this ball is defective,” Sally said, not having the slightest clue what she just did. "It's all mushy now!"

Andrea rushed into the teacher’s office, grabbed the wheelchair and asked for help getting his body onto the chair. The boys in the class were too freaked out to even approach, so a few of the girls went over and helped Andrea lift him onto the chair.

“Ummm, did Sally just pop his nut?” One of the girls whispered as she helped hoist him up.

*Witnesses. Perfect*, Andrea thought. “I’m afraid she did. I better get him down to the nurse’s office,” Andrea said. “Sally - thanks for your help.”

“Oh, anytime!” The bubbly girl said, still no idea what just happened.

When Andrea got back to the nurse’s office, she explained the whole ordeal to Gail and Heather.

“You’re amazing!” Gail said. “And he didn’t remember us kicking him?"

“No, not at all.” Andrea said. “I just told him that his nut was sore from - get this - you injecting the vaccine into his nuts!”

Gail’s excitement waned and her face now had a serious look.

“What? What’s wrong?” Andrea said. “I thought that was fast thinking.”

“Oh, it was, and I appreciate it. But, you know how some of these guys can talk.” Gail said. “So now, if we don’t inject all of the males teachers in the nuts, word will get back to Mr. Falls and he’ll wonder why we did that to just him.”

“I guess, you’ll just have to administer the vaccine in the nuts of all the male teachers,” Heather said a matter of factly.

“I guess so,” answered Gail. “This should be interesting. But this also puts an end to us testing the teachers' nuts with our kicks. That would have been really fun."

Mr. Wilson strode into the nurse’s office, announcing, “I’m here for my test, can you make it quick?” Then he noticed Andrea, her breasts still sticking out from her really tight shirt, her nipples poking out from the chill in the air. “And maybe you two can start dressing a little more like this lovely young woman over here. You both certainly have the bodies for it.”

Gail looked over at Heather. “Well, we could probably do one more nut test on a teacher.”

All three ladies grinned as Gail shut and locked the door.