My Bavarian Assignment     Chapter  3
by valerafon
An American travels to Germany to teach in an all girls school.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

Chapter Three My Teaching Assignment Begins

So far, my first day at Ms. Van Gilder's School for Girls had been a complete
whirlwind of activity. Assembly and Registration took almost the entire
morning. I would liken registration to controlled chaos. Most of the girls
knew where they wanted to go as far as their future's were concerned, they
just didn't know what classes would get them there. So giving them the proper
council was a big part of registration. It also gave me a chance to meet and
talk to many of them.

Afterwards, Ms. Van Gilder announced that all the young girls were to report
to their eleven A.M. classes. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was
already quarter past the hour. That meant my only language class today would
be a short one.

Like the girls, I made my way through the castle to the third floor where most
of the teaching rooms were located. As I walked among the girls, I found that
I was not the center of attention. At this point, most of the girls were too
busy with their own lives to worry much about me. As I walked with them, I
soon realized that no one gave my uniform even a second glance. That made me
feel much more secure. Maybe, Ms. Van Gilder had been right and my uniform was
not that unusual for Bavaria.

The girls uniforms did seem more stylish to me than mine. They consisted of a
white blouse with a scarlet tie. The girls skirt was gray in color and matched
their other components well. The outfit was finished off with ankle length
white sox. The girls uniforms had been color coordinated in the school colors
which were scarlet and gray. I was sure that Ms. Van Gilder had designed the
girl's uniforms herself, just like mine.

I did have one area of concern about the girl's clothing. I thought the girls
skirts were a bit short. They ended an inch or two above the knee.

The female teachers uniforms were just as stylish looking. They could wear
skirt and blouse combinations of the two school colors, but a few were also
wearing either gray or scarlet dresses as well. The color scheme and dress or
skirt combinations allowed them to mix and match their choices which gave them
a variety of looks, and no two teachers looked exactly alike. Even Ms.
Gildenstern didn't look half bad. As I looked at her, I did wonder how she
would look with her hair down and not up in that awful bun she always wore.

I deliberately took my time arriving at the classroom. I wanted to take
everything in and to experience this place completely as I walked with the
girls from assembly. This school was so new to me and still a bit strange, and
here I was in a foreign country about to teach my first class. When I arrived
at the classroom, I paused a moment. I knew all the girls were already inside.
I steeled myself and took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in.

"Guten Morgen!" I said enthusiastically and in my best German.

I was surprised to see that the class was almost full, more than four fifths
of the seats were taken. There must have been about fifteen girls in the
classroom.

"Good Morning!" the girls answered back in their best German.

I could detect a few accents in their reply, and as I looked about the
classroom, I could see that the girls represented a healthy cross section of
the school. Which meant I had girls from all over the world represented here.

The first thing I did was to turn and start writing my name on the board.

"My name is Mr. Dawson," I told the girls as I wrote my name in large letters
so everyone could see. From one corner of the room, I heard a few giggles. I
decided to ignore them.

When I turned back towards the girls, I pulled the class attendance card out
and started to speak, "Welcome to Russian 101. I think we should start by
getting acquainted. So when you hear your name called, stand, and please tell
me where your from, and why you wanted to take Russian."

The first girls were enthusiastic and were from all parts of Europe. One girl
even said that she took the class because she had heard I was an excellent
teacher. That brought some more giggles from the far left corner of the room.

When I got to the F's I noticed a name that seemed very familiar.

"Diana Farnsworth," I called out.

"YO! Overhear Teach!" she said in a disinterested but hearty voice.

I immediately looked up when I heard her response. She was sitting in the
first seat off to the left, and she hadn't stood up as the others had. She was
just lounging in her seat very comfortably with her legs crossed and pointing
directly at me. Two other girls were busy whispering to her. I also noticed
immediately that her skirt was hiked up exposing a good amount of her long
lovely legs.

As soon as I saw the three whispering to each other, I realized that these
were the three girls I had been warned about. Just great, it was my first
class, and I had to get the three most notorious girls in the whole school.

"And why are you taking this course?" I asked.

Diana and another girl were sitting side-by-side in the front row of seats,
and the one behind Diana who I already knew as Michele DeAngelo was whispering
into Diana's ear as I spoke.

After Michele whispered something into Diana's ear, Diana laughed heartily
before she answered me.

"Oh, I guess because it fulfills my language requirement, and because I was
curious."

I listened intently, but at the same time, I looked my potential problem teen
over as she spoke. She was a tall girl with flaming red hair and charismatic
good looks, and she had to be well bred too because she had the accent and
mannerisms of the British Aristocracy about her. Even if she wasn't acting the
part at the moment. She just looked like she was born to lead.

In fact, I thought she had some similar qualities to Ms. Van Gilder. Just
then, for some reason, I wondered if Ms. Van Gilder was a handful when she was
young. I was sure she was.

I listened to Diana's reply, and responded to the first part of her answer not
to the second part.

"An honest answer. I can appreciate honesty," I told her, and then I quickly
moved on to the next name, but she interrupted me.

"Aren't you wondering what I'm curious about?" she asked.

"All girls are curious," I said and quickly moved on.

Diana did not push it, but she must not have liked my answer because she
folded her hands about her chest and stared at me for the rest of the period.
I could tell from her body language that I had pissed her off.

I was to find out shortly that the third member of the trio was named Gretchen
Kromshroeder. She had turned her desk slightly and she was staring at me with
her elbows resting on the desk and her hands propping up her head as she
looked on. Her gaze was different than Diana's but just as unsettling.

The three girls conferred among themselves from time-to-time as I started into
some rudimentary Russian phrases. They really didn't disrupt the class with
there kibitzing so I ignored them for the remainder of the class.

After the class had been dismissed, I sat at my desk writing some notes into
my notebook when I felt a presence around me. I looked up and saw that the
three girls had remained behind and were standing around the desk smiling down
at me.

The first thing that struck me about the three girls was how tall they all
were. They were taller than average for girls. All had to range in height from
about five nine or ten to almost six feet. That made them all taller than me.

But the second thing I noticed was even more unsettling. They all were staring
down at me with this same look on their lovely faces. It's hard to explain
just how they appeared to me. Maybe, predatory is the best word that I can
come up with. They certainly had an air of self confidence about them, and
that "I know something you don't!" look as well.

"Can I help you?" I asked politely.

It was Diana who answered, "Hey teach! We don't have time for a lot of
homework....if you know what I mean."

It was the first day and they were already testing me. Hearing her say teach
just seemed so out of place in her vocabulary.

"My name is Mister Dawson...I'm sorry, but the best way to learn a language is
by repetition and practice and that means a lot of homework..if you know what
I mean."

Diana's reaction to my statement was to roll her eyes. Then she said in an
even more exasperated tone, "All of us are heavily into sports. We all play
football and Gretchen's on the swim team too, and were all thinking about
going out for the wrestling team."

I lifted my eyebrow when I heard them say they were going out for the
wrestling team, but I tried to remain unimpressed.

"I'm sorry, no special favors. I know soccer is a wonderful sport. You'll just
have to work harder if you want to be involved in all those extracurricular
activities."

The girls took it all in and then they started to file out, but Diana turned
and added, "Then will just have to change your mind."

The other two girls laughed.

I failed to see the humor in Diana's statement, but I reiterated once more,
"Sorry, my mind is made up."

Without arguing any more, Diana gave me an enigmatic response instead.

"See you later, Teach!" she said provocatively and winked as she said it. Then
she quickly disappeared out the door with her two compatriots. I couldn't see
them anymore, but I could still hear the girls laughing in the hallway.

I wanted to say something in reply, but they were long gone. All I could do
was shake my head and wonder what the girls would come up with to test me in
the coming weeks.

I didn't have the slightest idea what physical requirements my rather busy
afternoon would require of me, so I ate light, but in truth I didn't have much
of an appetite anyway. I couldn't stop thinking about my afternoon
assignments. True, I only had one class, but it was a doosy and I really
didn't have any idea how to proceed.

I had never taught a physical education class before, and this was an advanced
class. There was a manual, but I scarcely had time to look through it. All I
really knew was that the first part of the course involved gymnastics. That
was very scary indeed. What did I know about girls gymnastics? And I reminded
myself once again that this was an advanced class.

I just shook my head in exasperation as I tried to eat something from my
plate, but I had no appetite. Somehow, I had to get through this. As I tried
to eat another bite of my pancake, I realized I would have to do something I
had never ever done in my teaching career up to this point. I would have to
wing it, but that just wasn't my style.

I took another bite of my potato pancake. I loved potato pancakes, and this
was the best I had ever tasted, but I still left more than I ate.

I couldn't get the afternoon out of my mind. After my physical education class
the afternoon just got worse. I liked the prospects of spending some time with
Katie, but what did I know about teaching boxing and wrestling?...and to a
bunch of teenage girls.

I looked at my watch. It was time. I got to my feet, grabbed my tray, and
prepared to leave the cafeteria. It was then that I first noticed the group of
teachers sitting across the room eating their lunches. They were all looking
at me and smiling while they ate. Were they watching me all through lunch? I
sure hoped they couldn't read my body language. I wanted to project an air of
confidence to both teachers and students alike, so I waved, put up a confident
facade, and turned to walk out.

Sitting right behind me were the terrible trio. They all had that same smirk
on their faces as before. They had been very quiet because I had not heard
anything from them through the whole lunch and I was sure that they had been
sitting there for a long time.

I decided not to acknowledge them and walked by their table as confidently as
I could.

When I was even with their table, Diana said in that same cock sure tone of
voice, "Be seeing you later, teach."

That stopped me dead in my tracks and brought laughter from the other two
girls.

I paused for just another second and glanced at the other teachers. They were
watching the proceedings with interest.

I turned back to the three girls and decided to just acknowledge them. That
seemed the safest thing to do.

"Ladies," I said courteously, and beat a hasty retreat out the door.

As I left the crowded cafeteria, I heard the girls laughing again, but I
wasn't going to turn around for anything.

There wasn't a locker room for men. I dressed for gym class in the men's
lavatory of which there were exactly two in the whole castle. I mumbled to
myself as I dressed, but there really wasn't a better place to change.

I was wearing my one and only pair of shorts. They were a conservative pair of
mid-length tennis shorts, and I also found a T-shirt that I bought in Munich.
I looked down and was also happy that a last minute decision on my part
included my cross-trainers. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I
thought I didn't look too out of place, but I was going to have to go shopping
again, and it would probably be better if I didn't take Katia along this time.

I just stared at myself for a moment thinking, well, you wanted a change in
your life. I didn't dwell on the thought too long. Instead, I boldly walked
out the door and down the steps toward the gym.

I didn't know what too expect as far as facilities were concerned. I did know
that several of the castles old dungeons had been converted into gyms, and
that an addition had been added at the back of the castle housing a swimming
pool and other athletic facilities.

This class was in one of the old converted dungeons. I have to admit I was
absolutely stunned as I walked through the doors. The room was completely
modern looking with all the best gymnastic equipment scattered about. Most of
the girls were already there working on the equipment.

They all quickly gathered around me when I walked through the door. As with
the teachers, this collection of young girls were all quite stunning in
appearance. As I looked around the sea of smiling young faces, I began to
realize that I hadn't saw a common looking girl yet today. I began to wonder
if stunning good looks was one of the prerequisites for admission to Ms. Van
Gilders school. Ms. Van Gilder seemed to have an eye for beauty.

Another common thread that seemed to run through the girls was that they all
seemed to be taller than the norm. A few were of average height or smaller,
but the greater majority of the girls were definitely tall for their age, and
I found myself looking up to quite a few of them. If they weren't fabulously
wealthy already and weren't going to be leaders or marry leaders, I thought
they all had a chance to be super models.

As I looked into their eager expectant faces, I came up with a plan for
today's class. Today, would be spent in refamiliarization with the equipment
before we would start in on new techniques. That would give me time to read
through the manual, to see the girls skill levels, and for me to see what this
sport was all about.

I was pretty proud of myself afterwards. I had gotten through the class
without looking like a complete idiot. After the girls left, and since there
were no more classes in the gym that day, I sat down on the mat with my back
propped up by the pummel horse and started to look through the huge teachers
manual on the course.

It looked complicated and assumed that the teacher knew a few things about the
course he was teaching. As I read through the manual, my earlier confidence
evaporated and was replaced by total anxiety. All I could think of as I leafed
through the manual was how had I let myself get talked into this?

Then I remembered that the beginners class was being taught by Rollie Bourdet
the French bombshell I had met at dinner the other night. She seemed extremely
nice, and I quickly struck upon a plan to ask her for help as soon as
possible. That's when I remembered to look at my watch. I panicked when I saw
the time, I was already fifteen minutes late for Katie's boxing class.

It was three fifteen and most of the classes were through for the day as I
literally ran through the halls toward the new sports complex at the back of
the castle. The practice was being held in the new gym next to the pool. As I
ran, I realized that I was anxious to see this part of the castle. I had been
told by Katie that the new complex was quite extraordinary.

When I reached the gym, I caught my breath for a moment, gathered myself, and
walked in. There was nobody inside. Nobody except for Max that is. He was in
the ring fiddling with one of the ring ropes.

As I walked down towards the ring, I had a chance to marvel at the facilities.
The ring was the sunken center piece of a small auditorium with about a
hundred seats circling the ring. It had a cozy almost comfortable feeling to
it, but it was modern in every respect, and I was sure the ring was regulation
too.

Max had ignored my approach and was still fiddling with one of the ropes. I
walked down to the ring proper right in front of him and waited for him to
acknowledge me. I soon realized it would be a long wait so I interrupted his
work.

"Guten Abend, Max!" I said in my best German.

He finally looked up with that blank expression of his I had become so use
too.

"Vas?" he asked rather curtly.

"Can you tell me where the boxing practice is being held?"

He turned and silently gestured with his index finger towards a door I noticed
for the first time. Then he went back to his work. I looked at him for a
moment and realized that our conversation was over.

As I made for the door, I managed to say, "Danka, Max!"

I heard him mumble something under his breath, but I couldn't quiet hear what
it was. I was sure that I didn't want to know anyway. Just before I walked
through the door, I resolved to try and make friends with the man. After all,
he and I were just about the only men in the whole castle. That gave us a bond
I thought.

I opened the door to a bustle of activity. A few of the girls were running
laps around the periphery of the room. Most of the room was covered with one
large mat. The room was a perfect square about forty feet on a side. It was
very comfortable looking, but very functional as well. Imprinted on the mat
were a pattern of five circles with one in the center surrounded by the other
four. I recognized them immediately as wrestling stations.

Katia was off to the side with a few girls surrounding her. As soon as she saw
me, she stopped talking and commented in a mildly perturbed voice, "Well, Mr.
Dawson has finally arrived."

A few of the girls giggled.

"Sorry," I told her as I walked up to the circle of girls.

Katia didn't comment further and went back to her conversation with the girls.

"As I was saying, I want you girls to be on time!" And then she paused and
looked at me again. I heard a few more giggles. All I could do was lower my
head and look contrite.

Then Katie went on with her speech.

"Our first meet will be in three weeks with Brieghton Academy. That gives us a
bit of time to prepare..."

As soon as I realized something, I just had to interrupt her, "Excuse me Kate,
isn't that a boys school?"

Katie looked at me, smiled, and said, "All our meets will be with boys
schools. So far, we have three scheduled, but it seems nobody wants to fight
us. Ms. Van Gilder has been working very hard to get other schools to schedule
us."

Still a bit astonished, I said incredulously, "I just thought the matches
would be between girls."

A girl standing next to me who looked all of about fifteen said in a whimsical
voice, "Don't worry, Mr. Dawson we won't embarrass you." After her statement
she gave me a wink, and I could hear the other girls giggling again.

Katie brought me out of my funk by saying, "If there are no more
interruptions," and she continued on with her speech.

I tried to listen as best I could, but I still couldn't believe these girls
were going to fight boys. Maybe, I was a dinosaur in my thinking, but it just
didn't seem right somehow.

Katie's speech lasted for another five minutes. During it, I found out that
the seven girls surrounding Katie and I were veterans of the boxing program.
Katie had been training most of them for the last two years, even though, in
that time, they had not fought anyone, and it seemed like all the girls were
really looking forward to the matches Ms. Van Gilder had arranged.

The five girls who were doing laps, were girls coming out for the sport for
the first time. Katie attributed the good turnout to me, and the other girls
gave their polite applause.

After Katie's pep talk, she assigned me the new girls. I spent some time
showing them the proper way to wrap their hands and put on the gloves. I was
surprised at the gloves. They were fourteen ounces. Rather dangerous I thought
for girls, especially for girls who were not used to boxing.

By this time, Kate had broken her group up into two's and was watching them
workout. I broke my girls up as well. I had one girl too many, so I paired
myself off with a particularly bright eyed and enthusiastic girl who was all
of about five feet tall. I was a bit afraid that she'd get hurt so I thought
I'd make sure she didn't. I was sure she'd lose interest and drop out when she
saw she was too small to compete. Boy was I wrong!

I showed her how to keep her guard up, and as she danced lightly on her feet
around me, I could see the determination on her cute little face. She seemed a
bit afraid to throw a punch so I coaxed her, "Go ahead, Marcie, throw a
punch."

She threw a wild left and a wild right both of which didn't even strike my
gloves.

As we circled, I said, "Don't lose your center of balance."

She seemed to understand because this time her right hit my glove solidly. It
bounced off my guard, but I was surprised at the power of her blow.

As we circled, I schooled her some more, "Lead with your left..."

I barely got the words out when she threw a looping roundhouse right. It was
partially deflected by my gloves, but her blow managed to get through to my
jaw. I was immediately stunned by the power of her blow, and I felt myself
staggering to the left till I fell right on my side.

Katie immediately came running over, by this time I was on my knees trying to
shake the cobwebs out.

"Are you OK!" she asked in a worried tone.

Marcie was looking down at me sadly and she said to Kate in a worried voice,
"I'm sorry Ms. Kronenberger, I didn't mean to hurt him!"

Kate gave her a look of astonishment, and while she did I got back to my feet.

Before Kate could say anything I said a little embarrassed, "I'm fine!"

And as Kate looked at me, I added, "She throws one hell of a punch!"

Kate smiled, wrote something on the pad she was carrying, and then before she
went back to her own girls she said to me lightheartedly, "Keep your guard
up."

I wasn't about to tell her my guard was up.

After that, I was very careful with Marcie. I tried to stay just out of her
reach. It did seem to me that Marcie was being careful not to hit me as hard.
It was a bit embarrassing.

The other girls were almost as good. I was amazed at how fast they picked
things up and incorporated them into their style. As the class progressed my
attitude changed, and I was starting to be very impressed with these girls.

I managed to get through the rest of the class without being embarrassed any
further, and as they went to the showers, Katia came walking over.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked.

"These girls are good!" I blurted out in a startled tone.

Kate laughed at my reaction and she said very sincerely, "One of the
prerequisites for admission to this school is that the girl be athletically
gifted. In fact most of these girls are phenoms. Every girl has to go out for
at least one sport. Most go out for more than one. It's one of the ways we
push them.

"You push them?" I said in a surprised tone.

"Yes, It's one of the ways in which we encourage them to meet their
potential."

I stopped to consider Kate's words as I noticed girls start to file in for the
four thirty wrestling practice.

As Kate saw me considering her words, she added, "Every girl at the school is
special."

"I didn't know that," I said even more surprised.

"I thought you knew," she said in an amused tone as she moved off to greet
some of the new arrivals.

As practice began, I counted the girls and was not too surprised to come up
with a total of eighteen. All were wearing shorts and T-shirts, and some had
on knee or elbow pads as well. As I looked them over, I thought the shorts
were a bit short, just like the girls skirts.

That's when they sauntered in. My mood changed immediately when I saw them. It
was bad enough trying to look like I knew what I was doing, and now I was
going to have to cope with the terrible trio as well.

Before she gave her little speech, Katie came over all aglow.

"This is great!" she said ecstatically, "I can't believe the turnout."

Then as she walked towards the circle of girls, she turned and added, "I think
words getting out that your here."

As I followed her, I said to myself, just great.

During the speech, the terrible trio was on their best behavior. They acted
like model citizens, but I knew better. I had the feeling that they didn't
want to get kicked out. Kate was fair, but as I was finding out, she liked to
run a tight disciplined practice.

As Kate talked, the trio crowded around me. They were a bit too close invading
my space. Every time I looked at one of them, they gave me that same
diabolical grin of theirs. It always conveyed, the same unspoken thought.... I
know something you don't know!

I tried to listen to Kate, but the girls were distracting. I did manage to
hear that there were five dual meets already scheduled. All were with boys
schools. This time, I managed to keep quiet. Even though I had trouble
believing other schools would schedule them. Then I realized something, Ms.
Van Gilder was hard to say no too. I was sure she was making it worth their
while for the other schools to schedule her school. They were all probably
getting a good deal of money for the exhbition.

Just like before, I was assigned the new girls. This time there were eleven
new girls, including the terrible trio. I at least knew enough about wrestling
to show them the basic collegiate wrestling position, and a few moves and
counters. I thought that would be a good place to start.

I looked around, pointed to one of the girls, and said, "OK, you come out and
I'll show..."

I didn't get the words out of my mouth when Diana stepped forward and said,
"Use me!" At the same time, I caught her give the other girl a menacing look,
and the other girl immediately stepped back.

I was about to say something when Diana started to jump up and down very
energetically and very childishly saying, "Use me!....Use me!...Aw come on
teach, use me."

She was making a ruckus so I gave in.

"Very well, step forward." I said grudgingly.

Before she did, she clapped her hands together very fast like she was
extremely excited to be chosen. I wasn't sure most of the girls new it was all
an act, but I did.

She sauntered forward very seductively, and when she got near, she put her
hands out and exclaimed, "I'm all yours, teach!"

The other girls laughed at the remark. I was trying to keep my cool, but I
thought I was losing control, and for the first time I wasn't all that sure
how to regain it.

"On your knees, please," I said in as controlled a manner as I could muster.

Diana responded by saying in a very sexy English accent, "Uhhhh! I like this
already."

As she got on her knees, she wiggled her big butt. I heard the other girls
laughing again.

I responded by yelling, "Quiet!"

It was a bit loud and I saw Katie look our way apprehensively. As I grabbed
Diana's one elbow and got into proper collegiate wrestling position, she
whispered so only I could here, "Enjoying yourself, teach!....Your hands feel
so strong and manly!"

"Quiet and learn!" I said in a more controlled manner, and she didn't answer
back this time.

Thinking I had regained some control, I started talking to the class, "This is
the correct starting position, from here one most learn all the proper
offensive and defensive moves..."

I barely got the words out of my mouth when Diana became a blur of motion. Her
lightening move catching me totally off guard. If I wasn't so startled, I
might have appreciated her technique. She deftly moved her one leg out and to
the side, and then started to roll catching me as she did so. Before I knew
what was happening, I felt my body turning as she rolled.

Just for a moment, I found myself under her, and then she was rolling again
and dragging my body along with her. When she stopped, I found myself
scissored between her legs. My head was still spinning and I was completely
disoriented. I couldn't believe how fast she had been able to move and how
much she had been able to accomplish in what seemed like the blink of an eye.

She leaned over and whispered, "Comfy, teach!"

And then she hit me with a burst of power from her legs. Her strength was
astonishing. I couldn't have talked if I wanted too. My head was still
spinning, but I could see the other girls moving closer to get a better view
of the action. This girl was amazingly strong.

"She bent even closer and whispered seductively, "This is just a sample of
what's coming, teach!" And then I saw her head turn in Kate's direction. I was
too embarrassed to talk, and I was certain Kate was walking towards us.

Then, Diana lifted my body up with her legs and, at the same time, she seemed
to propel herself away from me at a titanic speed. When I looked up, she was
rolling on the mat away from me, her body seemingly out of control. It was
like I had made some exceptional maneuver and easily tossed her away.

I could hear the other girls clapping.

I was still on the mat and still a bit disoriented as Kate made the scene.
"What's going on?" she asked in a concerned voice.

Before I could say anything, "Diana was up and staggering around. She managed
to say before I could add my two cents, "Teach was showing me a move." And
then her stagger became more exaggerated, and she fell over to the laughter of
the other girls.

I got up really red faced and looked at Kate, "She gave me what seemed like an
approving smile and whispered to me, "Easy on the girls!" And then she walked
away.

What could I say? How could I tell Kate it was all a lie. As I looked at
Diana, she gave me a wink and got to her feet. In the background, I could
still hear Michelle and Gretchen laughing. I was sure they knew what happened
too.

The rest of the class was uneventful. I taught with only half my
concentration. I was already trying to think of how I was going to deal with
these girls. I was sure they were going to be the greatest challenge that I
had ever faced in my whole teaching career.

I decided to eat dinner a bit late. It was almost seven thirty when I walked
into a very busy cafeteria. It only took me a second to remember that in
Europe every one dined late. Tonight I was definitely hungry. I had made it
through my first day of classes and was relieved and my spirits were high
despite the incidents at practice. I was going to eat and then tear into my
courses back in my room.

I looked around and saw four teachers eating together, one of which I wanted
to talk with very badly. I had generally dined a alone so far, and the other
faculty members had seemed to respect that, but tonight was different.

I walked up to the table, and interrupted Uma who was telling a swimming
story, "Excuse me ladies, may I join you."

"By all means," Pamela said with a big smile on her face.

As I sat, "Heidi Kinder, spoke up, "We were beginning to think you were anti
social."

"No, no..It's just that this is all so new, and I'm still trying to fit in."

Taking my first bite of cabbage, I added with a full mouth, "It's not easy
being the only man."

The women laughed, and then, Rollie Bourdet, the fourth member of the group
spoke up. The one I desperately needed to talk too.

"So how did your first day go?"

Between bites, I answered in an enthusiastic voice, "Grueling! These girls are
amazing."

We had a lively conversation for the next ten minutes as I hurriedly finished
my food. I think I then stunned the group.

"Ms. Bourdet, I was wondering if I could speak with you a moment?"

For some reason it got very quiet around the table.

"Call me, Rolls, everyone else does....What's up?" she asked in that stunning
French accent of hers."

A little sheepishly I asked, "Could we speak privately for a moment?"

The other three women looked at one another, but kept quiet.

"Of course!" she said happily in a very cheerful voice.

She looked around for a moment and pointed, "There's an empty table."

As we got up, Pamela said to Rollie, "See you later, Rolls."

I got the feeling like that meant she wanted to know what this was all about.

Both Rollie and I cleaned off our trays and stacked them before we went to the
table. As we sat down, I glanced back at the three teachers, and Pamela waved.
I got the message.

As soon as we were seated, Rollie rested her head on her hands and asked
softly, "Now, what can I do for you, Mr. Dawson?" Her look was simultaneously
provocative and devastating."

I looked across at one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, but every
woman hear looked as beautiful. Each having their own unique and interesting
points. It was like I was at an all you can eat buffet and I was gorging
myself on prime rib and I couldn't stop.

I managed to disentangle my mind from the beautiful face across from me long
enough to say, "Please, call me Ben."

"Ben, she repeated, "I like that name."

The way she said, Ben, in that delightful French accent of hers made the hairs
on the back of my neck tingle. With much effort, I managed to speak.

"I need a favor, Rolls."

"Ohhh! And what would that be?"

Oh man! the way her lips spit out those words! It was so delightful. I could
listen to her speak all night.

"It's my advanced physical education class. I think, no I know, I am out of my
element.

"Oh, I see."

It was almost like I heard a trace of disappointment in her voice, but maybe,
I was reading a bit too much into her words.

"When is your class?" she asked.

"One," I replied.

"Of course, that's why you got the class. I'm teaching creative dance at that
time."

I gave her a look of disappointment.

She looked at me intently for a moment then asked, "Are you free at
nine?...That's when I teach my beginners."

"Why yes," I said hopefully.

"Good! You can come to my class, and watch and maybe learn a few pointers."

I will be so grateful," I answered, smiling into her violet eyes.

Then I realized for the first time, I had never seen a woman with violet eyes
before. It was her signature feature, and it was breathtaking.

Interrupting my train of thought, she added, "We can spend some time together
after hours, I can show you the proper techniques on the equipment."

I nodded appreciatively, it was an offer I couldn't refuse.

She thought for a moment, and added very seductively, "And maybe, you can
join....."

At that moment we were interrupted by another very familiar female voice.

"You don't mind if I join you, do you?"

I looked up to see Katia starting to sit down, she had a tray and it was full.

"Not at all," Rollie said as she got up. "I have to go, my Savate class you
know. She nodded courteously to both of us, but before she left she smiled at
me, gave me a wink, and said mischievously, "You realize, Ben, you will owe me
a favor."

Before I could answer her, she was gone.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Katia asked, "What was that all about?"

I could detect some chill in Katie's voice.

I looked at her and she was not smiling. I got the distinct impression that
she was jealous.

"I am totally out of my element as far as girl's gymnastics is concerned. She
offered to help."

That was a little white lie, but most of my friends had told me that lying to
women was a survival trait. They were far more experienced with women than I,
but I didn't believe them. I was now beginning to think differently.

"Oh! And you didn't think of asking me?" She said rather loudly looking hurt.

I just stared at her for a moment. It had never occurred to me that she knew
anything about gymnastics. Then I realized there probably wasn't much about
sports she didn't know.

"You can tell Rolls the next time you see her, that I'm going to help you..And
that's that."

Her statement sounded final. I had never seen this side of her before.

Somehow, I got the nerve to tell her about Rolls class.

"I'm going to be an observer for a while in her beginners class."

"That does sound logical," she said. Then she quickly added, "I'll help you
after hours."

Again her statement sounded final. I didn't tell her about Rollie's offer. I
would just have to cross that bridge when I got to it.

Expertly changing the subject she asked, "What did you think about practice
today?"

For the next half hour we talked about the two practices going over some of
the girls and their abilities. We even talked about the terrible trio.

When I got back to my room, I collapsed on my bed for a few moments. Silently,
I looked at the ceiling wondering how a man could get in to so much trouble in
one day. Feeling exhausted, I decided to take a shower to revive myself. I
just had too much to do before I went to bed.

As I made for the bathroom, I went to reach for the door knob and froze in my
tracks. What if, Madam Van Gilder was inside? I discretely knocked softly and
heard nothing. It was then that I realized that I had heard her tell her
secretary earlier that she was going in to town and wouldn't be back till
late.

That picked up my spirits. I really didn't want another late night encounter
with her till after I had sorted out what had happened last night in my mind.
I still didn't have a clue on how to approach her on the subject, but I felt
strongly that I had too.

In no time, I was showering and feeling better. I walked back into my room
with a towel draped around me. Throwing modesty to the wind, I took off my
towel and looked for a pair of those comfortable briefs Katie had bought me.
They did feel great.

As soon as I had put on a fresh pair, I contemplated my next move.

Michelle was the first one to the peep hole.

As soon as she looked through it, she exclaimed, "Damn, damn, double damn. We
just missed a strip show!"

By this time the other two girls were at her side and all three were fighting
for the hole. It was Diana who won out. As she looked, she proclaimed, "He's
going into the bathroom...Now's our chance!"

Michele pulled the lever and the three girls, still dressed in their school
clothes, tiptoed into my room.

"Diana pointed and whispered, "Behind the door!" And the other two girls
quickly made for it while Diana waited, in plain sight, for me to walk back
in.

I was singing and drying my hair when I walked in and froze dead in my tracks.
Standing right before me in a very defiant pose was Diana.

"Young lady, you are in a lot of trou...."

I didn't get the rest of the words out as I felt somebody grab me from behind.
I felt my arms go up and then two hands clasped tightly shut at the back of my
neck and then incredibly I felt my feet leave the round.

"Got ya! Michelle yelled.

I tried to force my hands down, but they wouldn't budge. Whoever held me was
incredibly strong. When I realized I wasn't getting anywhere, I started to
make a lot of noise.

"Put a sock in it," Diana ordered.

I thought she was telling me to be quiet till I saw the other girl. It was
Gretchen and as soon as I saw her, she was jamming something into my mouth. It
didn't take me long to realize that it was a sock. As soon as she stuffed the
sock in my mouth, she produced a strip of duct tape from somewhere and put it
directly over my mouth.

All I could do now was make some garbled noises, but I was effectively
muffled. As soon as her job was done, Gretchen closed the bathroom door and
locked it from our side.

As soon as that was done, Diana walked up and got right into my face. I was
still struggling, but it felt like a linebacker was controlling me, and my
feet were still off the ground. By this time, I realized it was Michelle who
was controlling me, and it was exasperating and extremely embarrassing.

Diana was inches from my face, and I had no choice but to calm down and listen
as she spoke.

"See, teach, I told you we'd see you later. You're going to join our club
tonight."

I tried to say no, but all I succeeded in doing was make some unintelligible
noises to the delight of the three girls.

"What was that?" Diana joked, "You say your excited to join!..I thought you
might be," As she said that she grabbed my balls through my thin briefs with
her left hand. In response my eyes opened very wide and I made some more
garbled noises. Gretchen started to laugh next to us.

"But first, teach, I have to put you on ice so Michelle will have an easier
time with you, and you don't wake the whole castle."

Diana tightened her grip on my balls and my eyes opened even wider.

For the first time, I realized they were going to take me somewhere. How could
we go somewhere in the school without Emma's guards knowing about it? A vision
of the scene being played out for the cameras was just to embarrassing to
contemplate so I redouble my efforts to get free shaking my head violently
from side to side and I continued to try and force my arms down. At the same
time, I tried to say no so the girls could understand me.

Diana brought her hand up and grabbed my nose and painfully started to squeeze
it thus immobilizing my head. After she had my head under control, she let go
and slipped a moist rag over my nose. I tried not to breath, but she grabbed
my balls again, and as soon as she did so, I inhaled. I started to feel woozy
almost immediately, and it was only a matter of seconds till darkness overtook
me.

Diana tapped his face a few times to make sure he was out, then she signaled
Michelle who started to transfer the grown man to another position in her
arms. As soon as she had him facing her, she lifted his body up and draped him
easily over one of her shoulders.

As soon as he was secured, Diana looked to her two chums and exclaimed, "Wow!
That was easy. See, I told you we could do it."

After her statement, she motioned for her compatriots to follow her back to
the fireplace and the secret passageway beyond. Before Michelle took off with
her cargo. She swatted the man hard on the ass making a loud cracking sound,
then as if he could hear her, she sang out, "Come on big guy! Were going to
have a lot of fun with you tonight!" And then she followed her partners in
crime right through the passageway!

To be continued...