Grooming Lessons © Avis
Hickman-Gibb You can't tell a book by its cover; he was always telling us
that old chestnut. Be free thinkers - leave no leaf unturned in the
pursuit of knowledge; was another one of his. And at the end of the
afternoon lessons, he'd stop early and chat with over-familiar ease;
when the room was foetid with the odour of unwashed armpits and contributions
from the poor digestions of the male contingent.
But the way his eyes would glide over the girls then slide off to the side; slick pink-grey tongue wetting his dry cracked lips, which would pull back into a twist of a satiated smile - it made you feel... hot and dirty, y'know? Don't let him get you in the stock room, stuck behind all those stacked up pages of old exam papers, we were warned by the older girls. You'll find out what a sentence it is, if you do. One girl did; and she found out all right. Chapter and verse. |