Thread: Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Knowing that her revenge on the stupid little Fox girl was well in hand - Snowflaik wouldn't let her down - Sianelle was able to turn her attention to the other pressing issue in her life. The one bad part about today was that she hadn't had enough time with Mr Hopkins. The arrival of the stupid elder Fox had prevented that. Though the way that Angela Fox had gone to pieces when she'd seen her, going white and red by turns, stammering, yanking at her jacket and all-round looking totally terrified had almost been reward enough. Especially as the stupid cow had had to go through the humiliating situation in front of her daughter. It had been so funny to see both the Foxes looking like idiots! Anyway, there was a way to compensate for her time with Mr Hopkins being so short. She thought a trip to the bakers was in order, maybe to pick up some jam rolls or scones... or even, if she got lucky, picking up something else! Xianna crouched behind the bushes at the end of the playing field, sobbing. Today had been even worse than yesterday. Her blouse was now open almost to the navel, and it was impossible to hide her boobs. Xianna was shy even about showing her bra strap, never mind the whole bra. And, as well as that, she was in acute discomfort. Her skirt was sodden wet, but not wearing it was out of the question, for she had nothing on underneath. She was desperately trying to pluck up her courage to slink home, for, one thing was sure, she was certainly not going to face her classmates looking like that! Again, she cursed her mother. Any other mother could be counted on to defend her daughter against a situation like this. Why did her own mother have to be such a coward? That situation in Mr Hopkins' office had been so humiliating, with Mum stammering and shaking and being so obviously frightened of Snowflaik's horrid mother. Now even Mr Hopkins new, as well as all the kids, that her mother was such a loser. She gave another shake of her skirt, to try and dry it quicker. Paul Dennisson was finding the situation amusing in the extreme. The way she'd got into such a state about her accidental double-entendre had been, he had to admit, kind of cute. It was obvious she was trying to flirt, and not making a very good job of it. She often did this, and usually got totally embarrassed, and this time was no exception. She was fussing with her hair, yanking at her jacket, and her pretty face was now almost as red as her hair. He had always felt a bit sorry for her, ever since the time in the shop when another woman had tried to push in front of her to get the last lemon cake. Most women would have stood up for their rights, and in fact Mrs Fox had tried to, becoming at first, quite angry. But then the other woman had stared at her and poor Mrs Fox had started trembling and stammering, mumbled something and sidled to the back of the queue, looking totally mortified at being faced down in public. It must, he guessed, have been a real trial, not being able to stand up for yourself. So he tried to be nice, asking what she wanted, and filling her order, adding an extra bun without charge. He was just handing her the bag when the shop bell tinkled and in walked Sianelle Leary. He smiled inside. She was another woman who usually tried to flirt with him. He was certainly, he thought, in demand today!