"What’s all the comotion?!" Ms. Prittey demanded as she strode down the row of desks toward Phil.
She stood over him feet apart and glared down between her breasts at the boy at her feet.
Phil looked up at her in bewilderment still a little woozy from his foot encounter. He could barely see her face past her skirt and bust line, but he could tell she was angry.
Phil opened his mouth to plead his case but was interrupted by Kendra.
"He was out of his seat trying to tickle my feet." Kendra lied, "I tried to make him stop but he just kept pestering me.
"Is that so?" Ms. Prittey said glaring back down at the boy at her feet.
"Well Mr. Bemine" She continued, "it seems you need a lesson about keeping your hands to yourself."
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