A/N: Additional warning on this one for adult situations and innuendo. If you're not at least over 17, you should probably skip this one.
This time, she insisted on coming into his office and explaining the situation personally.
"But, governor," she said, "I didn't actually escape, did I? I mean, I was there in the supply cupboard the entire time."
"Yes, but you still weren't in your cell, were you?"
"That wasn't actually my fault, you know."
He knew – he really knew – he shouldn't ask. But he did anyway. "Why?"
"Because I'd told him I could untie it, with my teeth, in the dark, before anyone would even notice I was gone. And he wanted me to prove it. So I did."
"Then why weren't you back in your cell?"
"Well..." she began, and then, flashing him her most brilliant smile, continued, "It's really all a question of where he tied the bow-tie, now, isn't it?"
Which was why absolutely nothing about the incident ever appeared on her record. There was no way, after all, he was going to even begin to try to explain that in writing.