Yes, you've heard of the terrible Women hating psychos AD1, but anonymous they were to the fact that women were getting their own back. Welcome to WT1 run by the wife's of Sir Piers Pomfrey's men; poised to make a difference.

CHAPTER ONE- the new blue moon.

It was a blissfully morning in the gorgeous blue eyes of Lady Pomfrey. As she slipped out of bed while her arrogant husband lay their soundlessly asleep; she dressed in her morning robes to meet the rest of the posh, highly educated, fragile women that made up WT1. She replaced her wedding ring; which she loathed in all respects, with the gleaming sparkle of her secret organisation ring. The ring portrayed the male sex symbol with a line through it. Lady Pomfrey had only been married to Sir Piers Pomfrey for a year now; she was already two months pregnant and begged for the time to pass. After the first couple of days that she stayed in the AD1 church, she was introduced to the ladies that would tell her everything; the brutal ways of men and how they expected THEIR women to make cakes and babies. She was furious when she discovered his "Skeleton in the closet" so to speak, she wanted to run away but he would just seduce her coursing her to postpone any further thought of departing his premises. But today they were finally going to show them who are inferior and who is Boss!

A rough moan came from Sir Piers Pomfrey; He stretched out his arm to fine no body next to him. He snapped awake; rose from his bed; pulled his purple, silk night gown on and entered his kitchen to find the women he was looking for.

"I hope you're making cakes for later, I'm starving" He smirked as he relaxed at the sight of her cooking. He didn't realise that she had rolled her eyes at the response and was not wearing her wedding ring. She acknowledged his comment and carried on; finishing her own breakfast.

"How dare you speak to me" she considered to herself. "You'll regret that when you bow down to me and give me the gratitude I deserve" She finished buttering her toast. When she left the work space in the kitchen to place the buttered knife in the sink, she returned to find her toast had been taken and was now sitting on the stomach of her husband nibbling away at HER breakfast. She slammed the kitchen table surface with her bear white, clenched hand, but he was too distracted by the television; too relaxed lying on the sofa to at least apologise. She quickly left him to continue to savour her delicious meal and stormed out of the room into the corridor.

It wasn't long till she was reunited with her women, women who would listen to her and would never criticise her thoughts and opinions. They had managed to get hold of the AD1 meeting hall in the mornings and brainstormed plans to destroy their Husband's reputation. There were sixteen women in total in WT1, all from all corners of the world but all forced to live in England by their cruel husbands. But the silence was soon broke after all of the women where then seated around the circular table.

"Well I say we don't talk to them for a whole month, they would have to know that were not happy with them" Mrs Johnson suggested

"Ah yes, Susan but we barely speak to our men anyway, and they wouldn't care in the first place; I dare say it would aid them in some way. I say we publicly humiliate them, prove their wrong for once and just see them whimper and hideaway "Mrs Dubard interrupted before anyone else could but in. Almost every woman around the table agreed except for Lady Pomfrey who was listening in to the conversation very deeply and Mrs Cling who expressed herself to be a bit tipsy and dumb at times.

"But how are we meant to do that? An opportunity like that comes once in a blue moon with us against those men" Mrs Cling frowned as she conveyed her troublesome theory. All the women paused and drew silent for a while, then in unison looked up at Lady Pomfrey; praying for a solution to their problem. She took a deep breath and lifted her body up to stand.

"Get me the girls of St Trinian's, maybe they can help us out"