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It had been a long time since St. Trinian’s. A long time since she’d been home, Annabelle realized. Because that’s what the school was. It was home. No other place had felt quite the same. There had been places that had felt homey, but not home. And it felt strange being back here, now, when it was empty...or at least it was while she was waiting for her students to arrive.
Her aunt had finally, after what felt like ages, decided it was time to do what she should have done ages ago and let Geoffrey Thwaites make a proper woman out of her. Like that was going to happen, she thought with a smile. And she’d called her dear niece up, told her St. Trinian’s was going to be left in her expert hands, and after a few hours of panic she’d called Kelly, who’d said she’d handle it.
And now they were going to run St. Trinian’s together.
She made her way to the office and was assaulted by the wonderful smells of jasmine tea and lavender candles. She looked over and saw Kelly sitting on the headmistress’s desk, wearing a rather short skirt, just like the old days, high enough to show the silk straps of her garter belt. “You know, Miss Fritton,” she said, picking up a cup of tea and offering it to Annabelle. “I’d had some fantasies in this room.”
“Please tell me they didn’t involve my aunt,” she said, slightly horrified.
“God no,” Kelly said, her eyes wide as Annabelle got closer. “The headmistress’s niece, on the other hand…”
Annabelle took a sip of her tea before moving closer. “I might be interested in hearing these fantasies,” she said.
“And perhaps acting a few out?” Kelly asked.
Annabelle gave her a grin. “Perhaps. If they’re naughty enough.”
“Well, Headmistress, I think you’ll find they’re quite naughty,” she said with a grin before pulling Annabelle closer, much to Annabelle’s delight.