Joanna Tomkinson is in her final year of teacher training and here for just one term as part of her course.
She’s twenty-one, blonde and quite attractive.
She also likes the senior girls to call her by her first name,
not that that’s very popular with some of the older staff I could mention.
“Joanna, I have a little problem.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Clare. Can I help?”
Putty in my hands!
“Well, actually you can, Joanna. In fact, I think you’d be absolutely ideal.”
“Really? How.”
“Well you see, Joanna, a couple of senior girls have got themselves in a bit of bother and,
to cut a long story short,
we’re trying to keep them out of serious trouble, you know,
like with the headmaster or anything.”
“Sounds like a good idea, but how can I help?”