"So Miss. Frizzle." Said Dorothy Ann as her teacher walked in the room. "According to my research, a lot of our field trips should've been illegal."
"Is that so Dorothy?" Miss Frizzle asked toward the child. "Well I think it's time for a field trip then!" Throwing her hands in the air and her earrings sparkling as usual. It was only Phoebe, Keesha, D.A, and Arnold at school today, the rest of the class was out. As the children gathered their stuff expecting to go outside to the bus, Miss. Frizzle shut the door, turning back around to the confused looks upon their faces she said. "Today everything we need for our field trip is already here."
Arnold, happy not to be going anywhere, sat back down at his desk in relief "Thank goodness, I couldn't handle another field trip this soon."
But Miss. Frizzle had other intentions. "Dorothy Ann, what all do you know of that is illegal?" While asking this her hands glided up to the buttons on her shirt.
"Well, according to my research. Taking students without signing permission slips."
"Forged." Miss. Frizzle whispered under her breath.
"Um, Breaking and entering."
"Can be done." Miss. Frizzle whispered again.
"Murder?" Piped in Phoebe.
Arnold gulped loudly sitting next to Phoebe thinking 'I should've stayed home today.'
Miss. Frizzle ignored them for the time being, focusing on the girl with pigtails as she undid her last button, letting her chest show. Not that any of the kids were paying attention.
"Yes murder too Phoebe. In Minnesota it used to be illegal to sleep naked. In the early days there were all sorts of fascinating laws that don't apply in our mod-." She stopped abruptly as her gaze finally got pulled from her book. Resting on the bare skin less than a foot away from her. "This?" She whimpered, closing her eyes in the hopes her beloved teacher would be dressed once again when they reopened. Her classmates were no less in shock when their gaze lifted.
"Keesha. Would you come assist me with finding something in the closet?" Miss. Frizzle was already walking to the door.
"Yes Miss. Frizzle." Keesha scrambled out of her desk to catch up with her teacher who was already at the closet door. Looking back at her few classmates in uncertainty, she entered the closet.
Once inside, she was shocked. It had changed drastically since the day when the bus took the class inside the rainbow pinball machine. Instead of being cluttered with this and that like a junk drawer, there were neat rows of various vibrators and thick dildos on a table in the back. In the dim lighting she couldn't see very well, and didn't even realize what was on the table until she had already picked one up. "M-Miss. Frizzle?" Keesha asked as she examined the item in her hand, unsure as to what exactly its use was.
"Do you like it? The one in your hand bends to accommodate your shape." Taking the 'toy' out of the child's hands to show how you adjust it.
"Oh bad, oh bad bad bad." Keesha said panicking and backing up to the door scrambling to find the doorknob, only to find it locked. Looking back at Miss. Frizzle in terror as her teacher soaked a cloth with something.
"Now this won't hurt at all." Miss. Frizzle said as she wrapped one arm around Keesha's chest and arms to restrain her, and holding the soaked cloth over her face with her other until she passed out, limp in her teacher's arms.