Miss Ellen Glen slammed the receiver into its wall apparatus and turned to the young girl, whose face was flaming beet red.

"For this, young lady, you will be grounded for two, no, for three weeks. You must be in your room at seven every night and not leave the premises. Pull up your panties this instant! That's disgusting! Wherever did you learn such ugly habits, hmmm? I mean it! Who was that boy? If You don't tell me this instant, you will be immediately expelled."

The lady's muscles kept twitching in an ugly fashion, and Jody couldn't help but think she reminded her of a walrus she had seen recently at the zoo. "Ned Weatherby," Jody answered promptly, without a trace of a lie.

"Ned? That was Ned? I don't believe it. How disgusting. No wonder he's in his room studying every night. He's not studying. He's doing lewd things with you on the phone! Good lord! I will contact his headmaster immediately. And you, young lady, get those jeans up over your private parts and sit down and study this instant."

"I didn't know people eavesdropped on my phone calls," murmured Jody, barely able to be heard.

"No, Jody, nobody eavesdrops. But we do have a, uh, spot check, just to waylay any, uh, negatives that may sidetrack our young girls here. Such as what just passed! I do declare, young lady, I don't see how this lewd behavior can help but affect your grades."

"I get straight A's," murmured Jody, looking at the floor, and not wanting to be disrespectful. Her jeans were back in place, and she was buckling her belt, and passing her hands over her hips. That felt so good. It was a subtle gesture, and one that could not be reprimanded.

Still, she knew Miss Glen saw it. It was a sneaky sign of Jody's hostility for her. Jody had to flaunt her spirit somehow.

Then she put one hand back of her hips and gave Miss Ellen the horns.

All the while, she maintained a perfectly respectful expression.