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his body on the parallel bars and on the ropes until his body glistened with perspiration and he felt exhausted.
    With his back to the door and preoccupied with his exercise routine he never noticed the three girls entering the gym and creep up behind him. All three girls suppressed giggles as they removed items of underwear and placed them on the exercise horse.
    ‘Hi Patrick! Can we use the ropes?’
    ‘OK! Patrick replied,’ turning around surprised. He shimmied down the rope to the floor.
    ‘Give us a push up,’ the red-haired girl asked, gripping the rope as she began to climb. Patrick grabbed her posterior and began to shove. Her bum felt firm underneath her mini skirt.
    ‘Us next,’ cried the other two blonde girls as they began to climb.
    Patrick could see trouble coming but could not figure out what it might be. School rules stipulated that a male and a female student should not be alone in the gym. They were four of them present now. A part of his brain told him to depart at speed but his groin sent signals suppressing that good advice.
    ‘Patrick, come and hold the rope steady?’ The red-haired girl continued to climb until she dangled about seven feet off the ground and then she began swinging back and forth on the rope. Patrick grabbed the rope, held the end, and looked up.
    Just then, the gym door opened and the sports teacher entered. A woman in her early fifties with a stern face and with hair tied straight back; this particular teacher ruled the gym with an iron rod. As she entered a breeze swept round her into the confines of the gym. The gust lifted the short skirts the girls were wearing and exposed their naked pelvic regions.
    The sports teacher grasped the exercise horse for support and touched the three pairs of panties.
    ‘Oh! Oh! She cried,’ lost for words and pulling her hand away from the undies.
    Patrick continued to watch the sights as the girls descended the ropes and with a wave, departed giggling.
    Next day the headmaster summoned Patrick to his study. Already seated were the headmaster, the school chaplain, and Patrick’s father. Patrick’s father looked at his son and shook his head.
    The headmaster looked over his glasses and began proceedings.
    ‘I have a report here from the sports teacher about unbecoming behaviour that took place in the gym yesterday. Would you care to explain?’
    So, Patrick explained.
    ‘You are saying that you are the innocent party? Is that your story?’ The school chaplain spoke with a cutting voice.
    ‘Exactly.’
    ‘You mean to say that three girls entered the gym and removed these - the headmaster opens a bag and places three pairs of panties on the desk in front of him - without a word of encouragement from you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘I believe my son.’ Patrick Snr. thought it time to intervene. ‘If he says that he is the innocent party in all this: then I believe him. He is a very popular boy. He should be given the benefit of the doubt? He is not a voyeur. If he wants to look at a girl’s equipment then he has other means besides getting them to climb ropes…’ Patrick’s father stopped speaking when he realised the import of the words just spoken.
    ‘You have been expelled from one school, Patrick and we did your father a favour by taking you in. You have broken that trust by your behaviour. If word gets out you this incident parents will withdraw their children from this school. I cannot and will not let that happen, even for your father. Even for a minister. You are expelled.’
    Father and son rose to leave.
    ‘What did you see, Patrick?’ Asked the school chaplain as father and son headed towards the door.
    Young Patrick thought for a moment. ‘The redhead has not died her hair.’
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    ‘What the F**K am I going to do with you?’ Patrick Snr. asked his son later, his voice shaking with emotion. ‘Expelled from two schools and large sums of money paid out in compensation. If the newspapers get hold of this, they will have a