Maybe he’d hire one of those Asian bathgirls he’d read about in the girlie magazines he had hidden in his bedroom closet.
He imagined himself sitting in a bath while the girl lovingly scrubbed every inch of his body.
“It must be nice to be rich and have your whims appeased on-demand,” he sighed.
He was sitting in class listening to the eighth-grade English teacher drone on about the symbolism in Hemingway’s “Old Man and the Sea” when the lecture was interrupted by a knock on the door.
An office aide whispered in the teacher’s ear and Theodore was told to accompany the aide to see the Principal.
He remembered the trepidation he felt while walking down the familiar halls to the office.
Why had the Principal taken him out of class and sent for him?