It seems I got into trouble in school and now I'm stuck in detention with Ms Dana Vespoli. Questioning the purpose of the uninteresting French class was apparently too much. Who cares about memorizing basic words when you’re unlikely to find yourself in France anyway? Well, now I'm paying the price for my outspokenness post-class detention. Turning the tables, our principal Ms DeArmond definitely has a thing for attractive women; she probably pulled some strings to get Ms Vespoli on board. I can't help but envision a steamy fantasy featuring Dana DeArmond and Madame Dana Vespoli getting intimate, but my fantasies only land me in deeper trouble with Ms Vespoli urging me to focus on my tasks. The lingering passage of time only adds to the surreal atmosphere of detention. As I drift in a haze of music and wisps of smoke, reality blurs with my vivid imagination. In my mind’s eye, Dana stands tall with a ruler in hand, teasing me with promises of punishment, including an intriguing proposition involving my rear end. Where will my thoughts take me next? Stay tuned to find out!