Henry sat in an uncomfortable chair in the little lobby outside the principal's office. The receptionist smiled at him.
"What are you in for?" she said, laughing.
Henry shrugged and looked nervous.
"I'm just kidding," the receptionist said. "I'm sure it's nothing bad. You haven't even been here a week!"
It was Henry's fifth day at a new school. His mom got a new job that required her to move the family across the country in the middle of his senior year. Henry, so far, had not been happy. He had to celebrate his eighteenth birthday in a new place and with no friends and he had yet to manage a meaningful conversation with another student. This chat with the school office receptionist constituted his longest interpersonal interaction with another human being since the move.
"It's probably a clerical thing or something like that," the receptionist said. She smiled at him from behind her desk. Henry finally looked up. She was young, probably in her early twenties, and pretty. "Or she might just be checking in on you. Principal Davis does that from time to time with the new students, to see how they're doing and stuff like that. I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Maybe."
The receptionist's phone beeped and she answered it. She said something Henry couldn't hear and hung up.
"Principal Davis is ready for you," the receptionist said. "You can go right in. You don't even have to knock."
Henry stood up and, for some reason, thanked her and she brightly said, "You're welcome, Henry!" He adjusted his school uniform pants, which had bunched in an uncomfortable way while he sat, and he saw the receptionist glance where he adjusted. He kept walking.
Principal Davis's office was a warm, leathery and square. A window behind her desk lit the room in a dim, homey way. She had the usual stuff on her desk — a computer, office supplies, books, school phone, cellphone, a picture of her family.
Principal Davis, herself, sat on a plush couch across from a plush chair. Henry closed the door, and Principal Davis stood up and they shook hands and she asked him to sit down. He did, again adjusting his pants and catching Principal Davis glancing as he did it. She, too, was a pretty woman, fair-skinned and dark-haired, in her forties, buxom and with a long, thin figure that made her breasts look even larger. It didn't seem like she tried to hide them. They stretched at the fabric of her low-cut dress, the enormous cups very visible through the not-so-thick material. Henry forced himself not to stare at the older woman's deep cleavage as they went through ritual small talk — nice weather, mornings stink, thank god it's Friday — before getting to the point.
"How's school going?" Principal Davis said.
"It's okay."
"Make any friends, yet?"
"Not really."
"I'm sure you will. You've only been here a week!"
She laughed, reached over and gave Henry a quick but encouraging pat on the knee. Henry tingled a bit when she touched him and he shifted in his chair. The school uniform pants didn't fit right.
"I bet you're wondering why you're here," said Principal Davis, crossing her bare legs.
"You're probably thinking: How can I be going to the principal's office? I haven't been here long enough to do anything wrong."
The phone rang.
"Sorry," she said, standing and walking to her desk. "Hang on a moment. I've been waiting for call and I think this is it."
Henry watched her move. The dress outlined well the roundness of her breasts, her thin waist and wide, curving hips.
Principal Davis answered the phone, and Henry eavesdropped. Her tone changed when she talked to the person on the other end of the line. She got firm, stern, demanding, intimidating, mean. Her face changed to match. The person who called her had screwed up and she wasn't happy about it and she let that person know it. She acted like Henry wasn't in the room.
"Again," said Principal Davis, hanging up the phone after a few minutes, "I'm sorry about that. Like I said: I've been waiting for that call all morning. It always ike that — nothing happening for hours and then when you finally have work to do, the phone rings."
She took her cellphone off her desk and sat back down on the couch, her leg brushing Henry's on the way.
"So, you're wondering why you're here," Principal Davis said.
"Am I in trouble?"
"I wouldn't say that. But I wanted to ask about this picture."
"Picture?"
Principal Davis did some clicking and scrolling on her cellphone, then turned the screen to Henry so he could see. She was showing him a picture of his penis.
"Speechless?" she said. "I was, too, when I saw it. Henry, this is the biggest cock I've ever seen."
Henry looked dumbfounded.
"Yes, I said 'cock,'" Principal Davis said. "Don't look so stunned."
"Why are showing me this?"
"Because I want to know if it's you."
"Me?"
"Yes. Is this a picture of your cock?"
Henry fidgeted. He looked at the picture on the principal's phone again and back at the principal, who was staring at him, an austere expression on her face.
"Well?" she said.
"Yeah, it is. Why do you have it? And why are you showing me? This is really weird."
Principal Davis sat back in the couch and looked at the picture on her phone.
"Jesus," she said to herself. "That's a big, fucking cock."
