What's the point in only telling half a story on a forum for telling stories?

( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Sat 6 Dec 2014, 17:25, 1 reply)

Oh OK then, you win.

The door swung open and who should breeze in but, you've guessed it, the Headmaster. His little moustache quivered as he surveyed the scene before him. I was on tiptoes at the sink wearing boxers, black socks and a worried smile. Matron was sprawled across my bed, all big knickers and big naked breasts. His trusted Deputy sat on the floor, frozen in time, about to undo Jane's bra. Jane was the young, single, hottie houseparent. Marie was spread beneath the TV, legs akimbo and staring into space whilst Lisa was crouched in the corner of the room with her head wedged firmly into the plastic waste paper bin. After a lifetime of awkward silence, the Headmaster reached into the little pocket of his pin striped waistcoat. He pulled out a little plastic bag of white powder and screamed,
" LET'S PARTY!!!! "
No he didn't. He was fucking fuming and ordered us all to get dressed immediately and wait outside his office. Not even a stifled giggle was heard as we trudged downstairs to his office. We were interviewed separately and each given a verbal warning. Something about professional misconduct if I remember rightly. I tried to blame it on my dad's homebrew but he wasn't having any of it. The excuse that is, not the homebrew.
(mallyjoe, Sat 6 Dec 2014, 19:40, closed)

See that was a much better story than any of us could have imagined.
I'm so pleased that user Windy Pig encouraged you to come out of your shell.
( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Sat 6 Dec 2014, 20:21, closed)

I'd like a little more detail of matrons boobs please.

(immadme, Sun 7 Dec 2014, 12:33, closed)

That was nothing like what I had imagined.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 8 Dec 2014, 13:51, closed)