The author struggled, but tape strapped him securely to the school chair. Above him, an imposing magenta figure loomed.
''Soooooo, I hear you ship me, Juggers.''
''Please don't hurt me, Miss. I have a family!''
''Really? You should have thought about that before putting me through horrible dates.''
''I didn't think you were real!''
The school marm sauntered to her desk, grabbing a long wooden ruler. ''Oh, the pain you'll feel will be very real.'' She straddled the restrained stallion and he whinnied: ''I need an adult!''
Her whisper stank of whiskey. ''Honey, I am an adult.''