“Good morning Peter, Paul.” our teacher said as we entered the classroom.

“How are you two today?”

“OK.” we moaned.

She took the register, then asked Peter and me to stay behind after the bell had rung.

We glanced at each other and gulped.

Eventually, the bell rang.

All the other kids filtered out whilst Peter and I made our way to Mrs Brown’s desk.

She made sure the door was closed before knowingly asking,

“Did you two have a nice surprise yesterday?”

I gulped. Peter shuffled nervously.

“It wasn’t ‘nice’.” I said.

“It’s horrible.”

“Well I’m sure it won’t feel quite so horrible after a while,” she said.

“Most boys I’ve had petticoated soon get into the swing of things.

And you never know, you might even enjoy it.”

“I don’t think so!” Peter spat.