Killer Barbie was having a melt down on the door hook. He gave her a grin. She used words that would make a sailor blush. She was gonna be all kinds of fun later.  It was Goth Commando's turn now.<br/><br/>The duck girl was standing as directed. Good thing, he'd hate to stop what he was doing to fold her into a pretzel. Vern gave her a long stare of what was meant to be approval.  Rabid dogs wore that kind of look only Vern wasn't drooling yet.<br/><br/>"Good girl," Vern said to Lily.<br/><br/>B W Hardy was on a mission. His mission was to get some order in the classroom. He was willing to do whatever it took. He figured it was gonna take a lot.<br/><br/>Vern had been in biker bars with less fighting. But he had always brought Jethro with him.  Jethro seemed to enjoy the excitement. His kind love motion and moved with it in a way that seemed like he was hypnotized by it. Maybe it was the throbbing bet of the music or maybe it was the movement itself. Whatever it was Jethro kept things running calm and trouble makers moving or they got bit.<br/><br/>This classroom was his dream come true. He took long strides carrying Madison to the corner. His hand on the 8 foot long chain that was attached to the wall about her height. He clipped it firmly to her collar and shook her once more. His voice booming.<br/><br/>"Baby you're about to meet my little friend," Vern told her and tore her top open with his bare hands. He pulled the pieces down to her elbows and took a few steps away.<br/><br/>Vern's eyes never left Madison as he barked orders to Lily," Duck girl!!"<br/><br/>"Carefully take the top off that wicker basket, then back away from the desk slowly."<br/><br/>Then Vern waited.<br/><br/>