“Now everybody settle down.” Ms. Prittey announced, “We’re going to have a pop quiz.” All the girls around the room groaned. All except Kendra who was busy slipping of her shoes and resting her hot stocking feet against Phil.
“You’ll find your work paper in the front of your desk.” Ms. Prittey continued, “And I don’t want any talking or trouble! That goes double for you little man.” She added looking directly at Phil, blatantly ignoring that Kendra’s feet were already all over him. “You better not cause any more trouble. Your already on my list.” Ms. Prittey said wiggling her toes inside her huge pumps as if to make her point quite clear.
“Oooo…”All the girls including Kendra said as they got out there papers and pencils. And Kendra pinched Phil’s head between her big and second toe so he couldn’t see. Phil groped for his paper and pencil which were specially sized for him then tried to pull himself free from the toes that were wrapped tightly around his head. He put both hands on the bottom of her toes and tried to push them off, but could only make small depressions in her socks
Finally she relaxed her grip and allowed him to slip free. But when he tried to start his test she put her feet down on top of his paper and pencil trapping his hands on the desk top. Kendra’s insteps were against the sides of Phil’s head and he couldn’t move hardly at all. But Phil was determined to do his best on the test so he gathered his strength and squeezed down between her feet. There was a small space under Kendra’s soles for him to work but he had to bend over double.
Phil started to work, limiting his movement so Kendra wouldn’t notice. But he didn’t get one answer done before she began to wiggle her toes causing the whole desk to shake violently and Phil couldn’t make anything but unintelligible scribbles. Finally the heat, motion, and moisture from Kendra’s feet smudged the little bit he had gotten done so it couldn’t possibly be read. Then came the voice of the teacher, muffled through Kendra’s feet.
“Time! Pencils down everyone.” Ms. Prittey came walking down the row of desks picking up papers. Then she stopped and bent down over Phil’s desk. Phil was still under Kendra’s feet.
“Well Philip may I have your test?” The humongous teacher demanded. Phil squeezed his head up between Kendra’s feet “Um Ms. Prittey I..I… c..couldn’t do the test.” Phil sputtered while gasping for air as Kendra pushed him back under her soles. “I don’t want to hear your excuses little man,” Prittey smiled, “I want your test.”
Phil struggled out of his seat and tried to pry his paper out from under Kendra’s feet, he looked accusingly up at her but Kendra only shrugged and smirked offering him no help. So Phil braced his shoulders against her foot and pushed with all his might and finally produced the tattered and smeared document.
“Tisk. Tisk.” Ms. Prittey clucked as she looked over the tiny scrap of paper, “This will not do. And what’s this? Why you’re out of your seat. Come with me!” Ms. Prittey stated mater-of-factly as she scooped up the tiny boy and finished collecting papers.
“Ah excellent work Kendra you even got the extra-credit.”
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