Janine was furious. She had every right to be angry. For four years she had offered her services to the Principal of her school. At the Christmas Party. Out the back room. Admittedly after a few drinks, but still.
And when it came time during the year for the Principal to promote a junior teacher, Janine was overlooked. He went for another teacher – obviously in a shorter and tighter frock. Well! Come the next Christmas Party and she’ll teach the boss a thing or two.
Uh-oh, this will not end well, methinks.
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It didn’t – apparently!
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You have made the air fraught with impending mischief. Is this going to end in a ghazal?
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I did start a ghazal this evening in the shower! but it has little to do with this (I think) – although you’ve given me an idea!
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The principal has no principles.
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Lower and tighter, maybe?
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