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Some six years later, I was coming to the end of my schooldays at the Grammar School which I had attended since the age of eleven having passed the Entrance Examination during my time in Miss Clark's class. It was games afternoon and three of us were out on a 'Cross Country' run which brought us back to the school through a allporntube.top housing estate, having run through some local woods and fields. All three of us had been in Miss Clark's class at our former school and we had all been beaten by her, for very minor offences. As we jogged along on our way back to school, we saw a face from our pasts get out of a car on a driveway and, carrying shopping, walk up to the front door and pass inside. MIss Clark had been the most hated teacher at that school and was someone we had all talked about since our days there. There was no hesitation; we all turned in at the gate and walked up to the door. When we'd last seen this woman, we were all small boys and she had terrified us as she towered above us, usually waving a cane in our direction. We were all now, somewhat different, being strong guys in our mid teens and it was payback time. She appeared from the kitchen as we walked through the hall. I could tell that after a few seconds of astonishment at our entry into her house and a brief moment of fear, she recognised all three of us although it had been so long since she'd seen any of us. Perhaps it was because, as at our last encounter we were all wearing shorts, even though these were of the sports variety and not the grey flannel of our junior school days. Good Afternoon, Miss Clark' said Charlie, for he was one of the three, 'I think you know us'.
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