This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.
The next morning was better. Liza had hand-washed the panties she had borrowed (including her roommate's). She folded them neatly and returned them with thanks to Amy and Robin during their home-room hour.
The morning Uniform Inspection went smoothly, though one young woman failed for having dirty fingernails. The Headmaster assigned her to help wash the dishes after dinner that night - a fairly mild punishment, all things considered.
On Tuesdays, her first class was Art. It was her favorite subject in middle school, and she was looking forward to it - not least because Jen would be in the class, too. Sister Anne was the teacher. She was much younger than Sister Mary and seemed a lot friendlier too.
She didn't waste any time - she explained that the girls would be using watercolors to paint a still life: a large bowl of fruit. She even allowed the girls to chat quietly while she walked around, offering suggestions as she inspected their efforts.
But when Sister Anne left the classroom for a minute, Jennifer decided to have some fun. She arranged the fruit so that one of the bananas was sticking out of the bowl, supported by two apples. The other girls snickered but then fell silent as they heard footsteps. Jen hurried back to her easel, just in time before the classroom door opened.
She wasn't too worried. Sister Anne was far less strict than the other teachers, and she had a sense of humor. But it wasn't Sister Anne - it was the Headmaster. He strode in without knocking, looked around, and asked: "Where is Sister Anne?"
No one responded at first. Finally, one of the other girls said "She went to get some more paint, sir. I'm sure she'll be right back."
He nodded once but frowned slightly. He didn't have to wait long though; Sister Anne returned carrying a handful of supplies. "Oh! Good morning Headmaster. I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said, somewhat surprised to see him. When he didn't respond, she asked "Is there something I can do for you Sir?"
"I need to see Miss Williams for a moment."
"Certainly. Miss Williams, you're excused. I'll put away your painting if you're not back in time; you can finish it next class."
As the girl removed her smock and retrieved her pack, the Headmaster strolled around, examining the paintings. As his eyes strayed to the bowl of fruit, he stopped abruptly. "Sister, did you arrange this fruit?" The tone in his quiet voice made her shiver.
"I selected them, Headmaster, mostly for the colors. Is something wrong?" she asked.
"You tell me," he answered.
Sister Anne walked towards the bowl but stopped before she got close. Someone had arranged the banana sticking up between two apples; it clearly was meant look phallic. "Oh my..." she said, staring at the protruding banana. "I certainly did not arrange that!"
"I thought not. It seems that one of your students has a questionable idea of 'art'. Well, which one of you did this?" He waited a moment. There was no response; the girls stared at their feet, not wanting to meet his gaze. "I'll give you one last chance to confess before I punish the entire class."
