Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

[Arnold Ziffel]

Welcome to a session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) – this writer’s favorite fantasy. The story takes place in a high school not unlike other high schools. In this high school, however, there are strict rules regarding the toileting behavior of the school’s female students. Those who break the school toilet rules (including the rules against going to the bathroom in your pants) are brought before the TVPC to have their cases heard and their punishment given out if they are guilty. Meetings of the TVPC are called to order at 3:10 PM each school day in the TVPC meeting room – Room 222 of the high school. It should be noted that where this story takes place you need to be 18 in order to enter high school so all persons depicted, even though entirely fictional, are at least 18 years of age.

My name is Arnold Ziffel and I’m chairman of the TVPC. What follows are the summary minutes of the TVPC meeting of December 17, 2012.

I’m disappointed to see that the first girl to face the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee (TVPC) this afternoon is Barbara, a sweet and likeable junior brunette. But while I am disappointed to see Barbara here, I’m certainly not surprised. This very pretty brunette has certainly had more than her share of toileting problems – Especially with going in her pants. And apparently she’s charged with that yet again today – The charge this time being brought by Miss Johnson, her English teacher.

“Panty-soiling again?” I ask Miss Johnson, as she comes to the podium with a tearful Barbara. “Well, not exactly,” she tells us. “She’s had an accident, alright,” the pretty English teacher explains, “But it’s not exactly in her panties that she did it.” Immediately, I know of what she speaks. When Barbara has toileting troubles, she has more to worry about than just the TVPC. The poor girl usually gets punished by her mom as well and her mom gets particularly angry when Barbara comes home from school with a mess in her panties.”

“Are you wearing a diaper, Barbara?” I ask the teary-eyed beauty, “Did you mess in a diaper this time?” Breaking down into tears even worse, Barbara just nods her head “yes.” It seems that Barbara’s mom has taken to making her daughter wear diapers when Barbara messes in her panties. “I’ve been in diapers since I messed in my panties in school last month,” she explains, “And now I’m going to be in them even longer because of this.” The poor girl goes on to explain that with the mess she made in her panties in school in late November, her mom took away all her panties and has given her diapers instead. “I was given a whole month in diapers,” Barbara explains, “And if I can go a whole month without messing in the diaper, mom said she’d give me my panties back.” “But now I messed again today,” Barbara continues, as the tears really fall, “So I’m going to be in these stupid diapers for another month now.” “I hate these stupid diapers,” she says, “I just hate having to wear these stupid things – Especially to school.” Barbara begs us not to send a notice home to her mom about her accident, but even she knows that her plea is futile. TVPC rules require that a notice be sent home for all toilet violations. “I’m sorry, Barbara,” I tell her, “But you know that we have to send that notice home and you know your mom has to sign it.”

“I’m afraid there’s just no way around it, young lady,” I tell Barbara, “When you go in your panties or in your diaper, you’re just going to have to face the consequences.” “I know you don’t like using our school bathrooms, Barbara – Especially when it’s a bowel movement,” I continue, “But it looks like if you want to earn your regular underwear back, that’s exactly what you’re going to have to do.” “I know it must not be easy trying to deal with your bodily functions in school while wearing a diaper,” Miss Johnson chimes in, “But somehow you’re just going to have to do it.” “Somehow you’re just going to have to manage to go in the toilet when you need to,” she says, “Obviously I can’t just let you go in your pants even if you are wearing a diaper.” Barbara nods her head in acknowledgement of that. “It’s just hard,” she says, “It’s just really hard when you’re wearing a diaper.” The poor girl goes on to remind us of just how much she hates having her bowel movements in school under normal circumstances, but that’s its even harder when she’s wearing a diaper. “As bad as it was for me before, it’s even worse now,” she says, “People know that I’m wearing the diaper and they tease me about it.” “I could be on the toilet going and other girls can see through the cracks in the stall door,” she adds, “And they laugh at me and make comments to me about me having to wear the diaper.”

“Well, if that happens, the TVPC wants to know about it,” I tell Barbara, “We have strict rules about girls teasing other girls in the bathroom.” “You have the right to use the girls’ room in school without getting teased about it,” I explain, “If anyone is teasing you in the girls’ room you need to tell us and I assure you that they will be punished.” “And that goes for any teasing at all about your bodily functions or your diaper,” adds Mrs. Crabtree, a member of the TVPC, “It doesn’t even have to be in the girls’ room – Any teasing about your bathroom business is a violation of TVPC rules.” “That’s correct,” I interject, “If anyone is teasing you at all, report them and we will punish them.”

Moving on to Barbara’s punishment, I note that it’s her 3rd soiling offense of this school year. A quick check of TVPC rules confirms that there is no difference between a girl messing in her panties and a girl messing in a diaper. It’s a soiling offense either way and the same would be true if a girl were wearing no undergarments at all and messed in her jeans or other pants instead. Barbara also has other offenses on her school toilet record this year for Leaving school grounds for bathroom purposes (actually to hide a messing accident she had) and Being Late to Class for Bathroom Purposes. She’s done a lot worse in her high school career – She had 7 soiling offenses her freshman year and 4 soiling offenses last year as a sophomore, along with a lot of other toilet-related offenses – But the toilet violations this year are starting to pile up as well.

“Diapers or not, Barbara, you’ve really got to do your bowel movements in the girls’ room,” I tell her, “Obviously, you know that the more offenses you have, the worse your punishment is going to be. Accordingly, I sentence Barbara to 300 times of “I will not soil my panties in school again” and a full week of detention sitting on the toilet. That punishment is certainly not going to be a picnic for Barbara, but it’s facing her mom (and probably hearing her mom tell her that she’s got another month wearing a diaper) that has the poor girl the most worried.

I am indeed quite surprised to see the next girl to be called before the TVPC – Especially when I see that she is charged with a soiling offense as well. BLOSSOM is a bright and articulate senior honor student who, unlike Barbara, typically uses the girls’ room when she needs to. Though Blossom isn’t entirely immune to toilet violations – Including accidents – It’s not something we typically see from this pretty captain of our school’s academic team. In fact, it’s been over a year (specifically back in March of her sophomore year) when Blossom last had a panty-soiling offense. So, obviously, I’m quite surprised to see her with one now.

Blossom has pleaded “Guilty” to the offense – I wonder how she could do otherwise with that big bulge in the back of her loose fitting skirt – But has asked to explain herself. “This really wasn’t my fault,” Blossom says adamantly, “I know you hear that from a lot of girls who mess themselves, but this one really isn’t my fault.” “You know how good I am about using the girls’ room when I need to – You know that it’s not like me to go in my pants like this,” the articulate senior continues, “I know that I have to plead ‘Guilty’ under the rules, but this is definitely not my fault at all.” Obviously anticipating my next question, the very smart Blossom puts the blame for this squarely on her Science teacher, Dr. Flower. Dr. Flower, in whose class Blossom apparently had her accident, is here to charge her with the “panty-soiling” violation. Not surprisingly, she disagrees that Blossom’s accident is her fault. “You did the mess, Blossom, not me,” she tells her star pupil succinctly.

Blossom, however, has plenty more to say on the subject. She tells of Dr. Flower not letting her go to the girls’ room when she asked – Make that begged – for permission to go. “I told you that I had an emergency – I told you that I had to go really, really bad,” she tells her teacher, “But you still absolutely refused to let me go.” “It’s kind of like she wanted this to happen,” Blossom tells me, “It’s like Dr. Flower wanted me to mess in my panties.” After warning Blossom to be careful with her accusations, I remind her of something I’d have thought she already knew. “You know very well that you are responsible for your own bodily functions, Blossom,” I tell her, “You should know that teachers are under no obligation to excuse you from class to go to the girls’ room.” “If Dr. Flower wants to let her students go to the girls’ room on class time, obviously she can,” I remind Blossom, “But that’s entirely up to her.”

“Yes sir, but that’s just it, sir,” Blossom answers, “Dr. Flower does let her students go to the girls’ room during class – She just doesn’t let ME go to the girls’ room during class time.” Blossom goes on to explain that Dr. Flower seems to have a separate girls’ room policy just for her. “Today is lab day and we have a double period on lab day,” the articulate honor student explains further, “And on lab day she always lets us go to the girls’ room between periods.” “Everyone that is, except ME,” she points out, “I begged Dr. Flower for permission to go then, but she just made me sit in my seat and wait for everyone else to get back.” “And Dr. Flower also gives us 3 passes per month to use when we need them,” Blossom continues, “And I’ve never used a pass in her class – I have all 3 of them left.” “But still Dr. Flower just wouldn’t let me go,” the pretty senior points out. “I begged her to let me go to the girls’ room – I told her that I was about to mess in my panties if I didn’t go,” she goes on, “I told her that I still had passes left, but she still wouldn’t let me use one to go to the girls’ room.” “I wanted to just ran for the girls’ room and do it in the toilet anyway,” Blossom tells us, “But I know you can get 500 lines and a whole week of detention for that.” “Maybe it would have been worth it, not to have this big mess in my panties now,” she speculates.

“If you’re not going to let us go to the girls’ room that’s one thing,” Blossom tells Dr. Flower, “But at least tell us if that’s going to be the policy – It’s not right that you make me think you’ll let me go and then not let me.” “It’s not right that you let me depend on being able to go to the girls’ room during your class and then not let me go,” Blossom argues, “If I knew you weren’t going to let me go to the girls’ I wouldn’t have waited like I did – I would have rushed and gone between classes before I came to your class.” “But I didn’t have to do that since I had the break time in the middle of class to go and I had passes to use, too,” she explains, “But then I couldn’t go and I couldn’t wait and I ended up messing in my panties instead.” “Why you wouldn’t let me go to the girls’ room like everyone else?” Blossom asks, fighting back tears, “Why do you hate me?”

Dr. Flower, although taken aback a bit by Blossom’s pointed question, is quick to respond. “I don’t hate you Blossom – You’re one of the brightest Science students I’ve ever had,” she tells her, “In fact, you remind me of myself when I was your age.” As she says that, I can’t help but notice the resemblance between the 2 of them as well – I can easily see Blossom when she gets older looking exactly like Dr. Flower. “I’m hard on you in class, because I expect more of you,” Dr. Flower tells her star pupil. “But did you expect me not to ever have to go to the bathroom,” Blossom snipes back. “I don’t mind working hard in class – I really do like the class,” Blossom explains, “But I really do mind it when I end up going to the bathroom in my pants.” Her comment elicits a cheer from the detention section of the TVPC committee room. Here today – Serving detention for wetting her pants in detention with the principal 2 days ago – is Blossom’s close friend Six. She’s had more than her share of problems with Dr. Flower as well. “We don’t need any comments from you, Six,” I tell her, “And if I hear from you again there’s going to be consequences.

“I really hate it when a student doesn’t take responsibility for what she does,” Dr. Flower answers Blossom back, “Especially when it’s a student of your caliber, Blossom.” Blossom and I both look at Dr. Flower puzzled. “Don’t tell me that you don’t remember what happened last January,” she tells Blossom, “Don’t tell me that you don’t remember trying to flush your soiled panties down the toilet and making a mess of the girls’ room in the process.” “I know it was you, young lady,” the Science teacher goes on, “I had you in detention for a long time that afternoon and you were fighting practically the whole time trying to hold it in.” “And then about half an hour after I dismiss you, I go into the girls’ room across from my classroom and find that big mess in there,” she explains, “The toilet was clogged with the messy panties and there was mess all over the toilet seat and the toilet itself.” “It’s not like there were a lot of people around at that late hour, Blossom,” Dr. Flower explains further, “I don’t know who else it could have been besides you.” “Don’t you think it’s about time you admit that you did it and take responsibility for it?” she asks Blossom.

I can see Blossom roll her eyes at this accusation and it’s about all the usually easy-going and always mild-mannered honor student can do to keep her cool. “It wasn’t me,” she tells Dr. Flower adamantly, an uncharacteristic tinge of anger in her voice, “I told you that it wasn’t me then and it still isn’t me now.” “I didn’t mess in my panties, so I’d have no reason to try to flush them down the toilet,” Blossom argues, “I know I had to go really bad in detention, but I did make it to the toilet in time.” “No thanks to you,” she adds. “Yeah! No thanks to you,” Six shouts from her seat in detention. “You know you had me in detention that day, too, and you wouldn’t let me go the girls’ room, either,” she reminds Dr. Flower, “You made me wet my pants in detention that day.” “It’s cruel not to let girls go to the bathroom when they really have to go,” Six continues, “It’s cruel to make us go the bathroom in your pants.” “Maybe somebody should make that happen to you sometime,” Six rants on, “Maybe somebody should make you stay in class when you really have to go and you could see what that’s like.” “Maybe you should have to go the bathroom in your pants,” she continues, “I really hope that someday you end up going in your pants BOTH ways.”

“That’s it!” I yell at Six as I band my gavel and then point to the back of the room. “To the corner, young lady,” I tell the vociferous senior beauty, “You can spend the rest of your detention today in the corner facing the wall.” “And if I hear anything from you again, it’ll be a 500 times writing assignment,” I warn her. Actually, with all that she said, I probably should have given her 500 times right now, but I can kind of see her points. I’m quite frankly a little annoyed with Dr. Flower bringing up this whole matter with Blossom once again. And I’m more than a little annoyed that Dr. Flower seems to be taking out some sort of revenge on Blossom by denying Blossom her girls’ room passes.

“Blossom was found ‘Not Guilty’ of both charges that day,” I remind Dr. Flower, “She was found ‘Not Guilty’ of soiling her panties and, or course, ‘Not Guilty’ of trying to flush panties down the toilet.” “As far as the TVPC is concerned that matter is settled,” I tell Dr. Flower, a tinge of anger in my own voice. “Well, like I said, Blossom, I’m very disappointed that you won’t take responsibility for what you did,” Dr. Flower turns and tells the pretty and articulate honor student, “You would have had to go on toilet suspension for that and had to clean up the mess and probably had to do a writing punishment, too, but that would have all been over by now and your conscious would have been clear.” Blossom is about to answer back but I put up my hand to stop her. “The TVPC is continuing to investigate that matter,” I assure Dr. Flower, “And we certainly intend to find out who really made that mess in the girls’ room.” “Yeah, good luck with that!” she tells me sarcastically.

I certainly don’t appreciate the sarcasm and by now, I really wish I could send Dr. Flower to the corner alongside Six. But I can’t do that. And I can’t even do anything about her denying Blossom her girls’ room passes. As much as it angers me that Dr. Flower is taking out revenge on Blossom for something that she didn’t do, it’s still a matter of a teacher’s discretion whether to allow students to use the girls’ room during class time. “Unfortunately, I can’t help you with the issue of using the bathroom in Dr. Flower’s class,” I tell Blossom, “It’s still entirely up to the teacher whether or not a girl is allowed girls’ room passes on class time.” “I guess you’re just going to have to make other arrangements than to use the bathroom during Dr. Flower’s class,” I suggest to her, “I guess you’re just going to have to make sure to use the girls’ room before class if you need to.”

Fortunately, though, Blossom’s panty-soiling today is only her first offense of the school year. As such, she is entitled to get off with just a warning and no actual punishment. I guess that’s something, but Blossom still looks annoyed at having to deal with a load in her panties – an accident that really wasn’t her fault.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Moving on with our agenda this afternoon, I next call to the podium Emma, a freshman with pretty blonde hair. And she’s another girl charged with a panty-soiling today. This would only be Emma’s 2nd such offense on that charge, but this spoiled rich girl also has 2 offenses for squatting over the toilet and urinating with the toilet seat still down and 1 offense for wasting toilet paper (excessively lining the seat with it) while sitting down to have a bowel movement.

Standing besides her at the podium is JESSIE, a pretty light-haired brunette. “Are you a witness or are you just here for moral support?” I ask Jessie. “I guess I’m just here for moral support,” the outgoing senior beauty informs me, “I’m her Nanny – I take care of her and her brothers and sisters. “I didn’t realize that being a Nanny includes dealing with toilet violations – Especially for a girl in high school,” I tell Jessie, “That seems like above and beyond the call of duty.” “Tell me about it,” Jessie responds, smiling as always, but also a tinge of frustration in her voice, “You wouldn’t believe some of the things I have to do.” “Sometimes you have to take the bad with the good,” Emma just glares at her, looking angry, “My parents do pay you for that, don’t they?”

“Apparently she just didn’t go when she needed to,” reports Mrs. Buchman, Emma’s 5th period English teacher, “Apparently she simply didn’t go to the girls’ room and take care of her business when she should have.” “She wouldn’t really tell me much,” Mrs. Buchman explains, “She just came into my class, walking a bit bowlegged with a mess in her panties.” “I’m going to assume that she was trying to hold it in at the time, but I can’t really be sure of that,” she notes, “Maybe she just messed in her panties on purpose – I don’t know.” “Obviously, I didn’t mess in my panties on purpose,” Emma snaps back, “What kind of person would do something like that – that’s just disgusting.” “Well, you’ve got a mess in your panties and that looks pretty disgusting to me,” I point out, “I’m not sure how it’s any less disgusting having an accident trying to hold it in rather than just letting it come out in your panties on purpose.”

“Well, why would I go in my panties on purpose?” Emma asks, obviously annoyed at the suggestion that she would. “Why wouldn’t you just go to the girls’ room and do it in the toilet like you’re supposed to?” I ask. “Well, if you had decent bathrooms in this school, I wouldn’t be holding it in all the time,” this spoiled rich girl says, “I don’t know how you can expect a girl to go #2 in the disgusting bathrooms you have here – Especially the one by the cafeteria.” Jessie tries to stop her from talking like that but Emma rambles on. Emma rambles on, telling me that she had the accident in the school cafeteria during her lunch period and that she blames it on the teachers monitoring the lunchroom. “If only they’d let us go to the girls’ room we want to instead of the girls’ room by the cafeteria, maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” she argues, “I wanted to go upstairs and use the girls’ room on the 2nd Floor, but they wouldn’t let me.” “No way was I going to do this in the girls’ room by the cafeteria,” she rambles on, “That place is just disgusting.” Emma then goes on to tell us that she doesn’t really like the girls’ room on the 2nd Floor, either, but at least it’s better than the rest of the girls’ room we have.

Jessie tries to tell her that the girls’ rooms here aren’t so bad (they are better than the ones at her old school, she says), but Emma is a spoiled rich kid and she’s not buying it. “You should have seen the girls’ room at my old school,” Jessie tells her, “They’re the kind of bathrooms that make you think about going in your pants instead.” “It’s not that I would actually go in my pants, but the bathrooms there were bad enough to make me think about it,” she clarifies, “But the bathrooms here aren’t so bad at all.” I note that Jessie has no accidents at all at our school – just a violation for clogging the toilet with a bowel movement and one for being late to class from using the girls’ room. “You’ve got to learn not to be so picky, Emma,” Jesse explain to her, “You can’t always wait and use your own private bathroom at home.” “Maybe I can’t always use my bathroom at home but no way am I going to use the one by the cafeteria,” she says, “That’s just too disgusting for words.”

“Using the girls’ room by the cafeteria is disgusting?” I question the spoiled, prissy freshman, “You have a mess in your panties and you complain about the bathroom being disgusting?” “You don’t think going in your panties is even more disgusting than going in the toilet,” I ask her. “Of course, it’s more disgusting to go in my pants! – There’s nothing more disgusting than going in your pants!” she answers back, barely able to control her anger, “I’m the one with a mess in my panties – Don’t you think I know how disgusting that is.” “So then go in the toilet when you need to,” Jessie tells her, beating me to the punch, “You don’t have to go in your pants if you don’t want to.” Emma just shrugs her shoulders at her Nanny. “Come on, Emma, don’t you think you’re getting a little too old to be having these accidents?” Jessie asks her, “Aren’t you getting tired of having messes in your panties.” “You know, this is the 5th time, you’ve done this in school already this year,” she tells Emma, “And that doesn’t even count the one you did at the mall and the accident you had at the movies the other night.”

Jessie’s comments raise more than a few eyebrows on the committee. “Did you say this was Emma’s 5th accident in school?” I ask Jessie. With Emma’s angry eyes suddenly focused on her, Jessie doesn’t quite know how to answer that. Now focusing my own ire upon her, I ask Jessie the question again. “Is this Emma’s 5th accident in school?” I ask, “According to our records, she’s only had 1 prior accident, so this would only be her second one.” “And I want the truth, young lady,” I warn Jessie, “Unless you want to get a long writing assignment yourself for lying to the TVPC.” After a pause, and with apologies to Emma, Jessie tells us the truth. “I’m sorry Emma, but I can’t lie about it,” she says, “You know you’ve done at least 4 messes in your pants in school before this one.”

Turning now to Emma, I ask her the same question. “Don’t make it worse by lying, young lady,” I warn her, “You’re in enough trouble already.” Reluctantly, she admits to having all those accidents just as Jessie said. I then direct the TVPC clerk to prepare 3 additional Violation Reports, charging the spoiled rich girl with 3 more counts of Panty-Soiling. “Those three times it happened later in the day,” Emma admits as she breaks down in tears, “I managed to get out of school without getting caught and made it home to get cleaned up.” “I’m sorry I let that slip out, Emma,” Jessie tells the crying freshman, “But I warned you that you were going to get in trouble in school if you didn’t stop doing this.” “You really are getting too old to be messing your panties like this, Emma,” Jessie tells her, “I know I’m really getting tired of washing out messy panties.”

That comment also raises some eyebrows in the committee room. “You clean up her accidents, too?” I ask Jessie. “I’m the Nanny, what can I say,” the pretty senior answers. “Its part of her job to do the laundry,” Emma chimes in, “That’s what my parents pay her for.” “I doubt that they pay her to clean up your soiling messes,” I tell Emma, “Doing the family laundry is one thing but that shouldn’t include cleaning feces out of panties.” “And that’s especially true for a girl your age!” I also tell spoiled freshman. “Jessie’s laundry duties should start AFTER you’ve cleaned out your own soiled panties,” I point out to Emma, “If you do the mess, you should have to clean the mess – And ONLY THEN should the panties go in the laundry.” “Maybe if Emma had to clean up more of her own messes, she wouldn’t be having so many accidents,” I point out to Jessie, but obviously mostly for Emma’s benefit.” “Look, it’s not like she wipes me or anything like that – I have to do that myself,” Emma answers, a tinge of anger in her voice, “She just has to clean out my panties and do the laundry, that’s all.” “Actually, you pretty much just take a shower to clean yourself,” Jessie points out, “And then I have to wash out the tub.” Emma glares at her as the rest of us just shake her head.

Moving on to Emma’s punishment, there is obviously a lot for her to be punished for. Today’s accident is actually her 5th panty-soiling and I’ll get to that one in a minute – She’s got 3 others to be punished for first. The 1st one (her second of the year) gets her 2 days detention and having to write, “I will not soil my panties in school again” 200 times. The 2nd one (her third of the year) gets her 3 days detention and 300 sentences to write. And the 3rd one (her fourth of the year) gets her a week of detention – this time a week sitting on the toilet in Main Corridor girls’ room – and 500 sentences of punishment writing.

“Now we come to the mess that’s in your panties now,” I tell Emma ominously, “What do you think we should do about that one?” Not surprisingly, Emma has no answer. I first sentence her to another week of toilet sitting detention. And then I give her a stern writing assignment – that of, writing that same sentence another 1,000 times. “It would serve you right if I sent you right down the hall to the girls’ room and made you clean it all up right here in school,” I tell her, much to her utter horror. She begs me to be spared that and as much as she needs to be cleaning up her mess, I don’t normally assign a clean-up punishment until a girl’s 6th accident. “Do this again and you will be cleaning it all up right here in school,” I warn her, “But as of now, I’m going to let you clean up your mess at home.” “YOU WILL CLEAN UP YOUR ACCIDENT AT HOME!” I tell Emma sternly, “Jessie WILL NOT do this for you – It is part of your punishment from the TVPC.” “You WILL wipe yourself using only toilet paper and you will NOT take a shower afterwards,” I point out, “And you will then dump out your panty-load in the toilet and scrub the panties in the sink.” “And you’d better scrub out your panties thoroughly because you’ll have to wear them to school tomorrow,” I explain further.

Emma looks horrified at the thought of that. She doesn’t quite say she won’t do it, but that’s what she’s thinking. “You’d better do it or you’ll be one very sorry young lady,” I warn her, “You’ve already got 2,000 sentences to write, so I don’t think you need another writing assignment on top of that.” “Cleaning up your mess is part of your TVPC punishment,” I remind her. “And you, young lady,” I warn Jessie, “You’d better not clean any of that up for Emma or you’re going to find yourself with a big writing assignment yourself.” “I’m going to ask you tomorrow whether Emma cleaned up her mess just like I said,” I tell Jessie, “And for your sake, you’d better tell me the truth.” “Yes sir,” Jessie tells me. Emma just stands there crying.

The next item before the TVPC is a bit of committee business. Mr. Hornman, the school’s band director, apparently has a matter that he needs to discuss with the TVPC. He’s typically quite busy this time of year with preparing for the school’s annual Christmas program. So if he’s taking time to appear before the TVPC now, I have to assume that it’s an important matter indeed.

“This concerns Claudia,” Mr. Hornman tells us, “I have an important matter concerning Claudia that I need to discuss with the TVPC.” Claudia, a shy but likeable junior, is his star violinist and her performances both as a soloist and together with four other girls (something we call the “PARTY OF FIVE Ensemble”) are usually the highlights of the holiday concert. Claudia, though, has had more than her share of toileting issues throughout her high school career, and that includes at band events as well. In fact, it was during her freshman year that Claudia had a particularly nasty soiling accident while performing in the school Christmas program. That, of course, qualifies as an “Accident While Representing the School” and it got Claudia punished quite severely. Claudia is with us today serving detention for using a different girls’ room than she was supposed to use. Since this matter apparently concerns her, I ask her to join Mr. Hornman at the podium.

“I am very concerned about Claudia using the girls’ room at the Holiday concert,” Mr. Hornman explains to us, “Or rather I’m more concerned about her NOT using the toilet is she needs to.” “I’m sure you’d agree that we don’t want a repeat of what Claudia did 2 years ago,” he continues, “That accident she had that night was quite noticeable and an embarrassment not only to the band but to the whole school.” “Indeed it was, but we dealt with it at the time,” I remind Mr. Hornman, “As I recall, she got 1,000 lines to write and 2 weeks of toilet sitting detention.” “But she’s doing quite a bit better this year,” I point out to our Band Director.

“Well, I guess she is doing better,” Mr. Hornman acknowledges, “But I’m still concerned about what’s going to happen if Claudia needs to do a bowel movement on the night of the concert.” Mr. Hornman reminds us that at last year’s holiday concert we required that Claudia wear a diaper (actually a pull-up) just in case she had an accident like the year before.” “And I didn’t have an accident last year,” the usually shy Claudia, pipes in, “I went in the girls’ room like I was supposed to do.” “I didn’t go in the pull-up at all,” she reminds us, “I even went #2 in the girls’ room at the concert that night.” But Mr. Hornman apparently remains unimpressed. “I think we need to make her wear a diaper or something again this year,” he argues, “This way if she does have another accident, at least it would be concealed a little bit and not be such an embarrassment to the band and the school.”

Not surprisingly, Claudia is upset at hearing the suggestion of that. “That was 2 years ago that I had that accident,” she quickly points out, “Why should I have to wear a diaper now.” “It just isn’t fair – I’m doing a lot better using the toilet this year like you said,” the pretty and petite junior argues. “It was one thing to make me wear the pull-up last year,” Claudia argues further, “I guess that was really bad what I did the year before.” “But I didn’t mess at all last year – I went in the toilet like I said,” she continues, “So why should I have to wear a pull-up again this year?” “I don’t need to wear a pull-up anymore,” she says, “I don’t go in my panties anymore.”

But Mr. Hornman just looks at his star violinist shaking her head. “You’ve done a mess in your panties at a band event already this years,” he points out, “And you’ve got some other toilet violations as well.” “You were even on toilet suspension for a while at the start of the school year,” he also points out. “I know you’re doing better than when you were a freshman, Claudia,” he tells her sympathetically, “But it’s not like you’ve stopped messing in your panties entirely.” “But I didn’t mess in my panties – I went in the toilet,” Claudia pleads, referring to her panty-soiling violation as a band member at a football game last November, “It’s just that my panties got messed up a little when I didn’t wipe myself completely.” “Your panties got messed up more than a little, young lady,” Mr. Hornman points out, “They got messed up enough that you got a panty-soiling offense because of it.” As faithful readers of the TVPC surely know, girls are not actually required to wipe themselves after using the toilet – Even when it’s a bowel movement. But if their panties get soiled badly enough from not wiping, they can indeed be charged with panty-soiling. And that is was happened with Claudia at the football game last month – She did manage to go in the toilet at the game but she was apparently too embarrassed to wipe herself in the doorless toilet stalls they had there.

“You didn’t wipe yourself at all, Claudia,” Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, chimes in, “I mean, I guess going and not wiping is better than doing the whole thing in your pants, but it’s still a problem.” “You need to wipe yourself when you go to the bathroom, Claudia, especially when it’s a bowel movement,” the pretty and outgoing Mrs. Duncan tells the star violinist,” When you do go and use the toilet, you need to finish the job by wiping yourself clean.” “Those toilets at the game were horrible – There was no privacy,” Claudia points out. “Do you know how hard it was for me to use the toilet there at all?” she asks, “I just couldn’t stand wiping myself in there without a stall door for privacy.”

“Yes, I know how hard it was for you, Claudia,” Mr. Hornman tells her, “And that’s precisely the point.” “I know how hard you’re trying and I know you’re doing better with your bowel movements than you used to,” he continues, “But I also know how much you hate doing your bowel movements in public bathrooms and how serious a problem this is for you.” “I really hope that you will use the girls’ room at the holiday concert if you need to,” he tells Claudia, “But I don’t want to take the chance that you won’t – I just don’t want to see you with another soiling accident like 2 years ago.” Our Band Director goes on to explain that Claudia, as his star violinist, will be a featured performer in the holiday show. “Having my star performer mess in her panties for all to see would be a major embarrassment to the band and to the whole school,” Mr. Hornman argues, “At least if she wears a pull-up or something, we’ll be able to conceal it a little better if she does have an accident.”

[Arnold Ziffel]

Toilet Violations Punishment Committee

Mr. Hornman’s proposal certainly does make sense but Claudia is dead set against the idea. “It isn’t fair – It just isn’t fair,” Claudia argues passionately. “I do my #2s in school all the time now,” she says, a tinge of pride in her voice, “I don’t need a diaper or a pull-up and I shouldn’t have to wear one.” “If I have to go at the holiday program, I’ll use the girls’ room,” Claudia insists, “I swear I’m not going to mess in my panties at the show.” “You know, I had to go #2 at last year’s show,” she reminds Mr. Hornman again, “And I went to the girls’ room and did it in the toilet there like I was supposed to.”

“You did all that in the girls’ room BEFORE the show,” Mr. Hornman quickly points out.” “That was way before hardly anyone was there,” he goes on to explain, “And even then it was a big problem for you.” “Even then, it took a few of the other girls to convince you to go in the toilet,” our Band Director continues, “Apparently you were initially planning to just try to hold it in until the show was over and probably have another accident in the process.” “You were going to do that until some of the other girls convinced you to do otherwise and use the toilet,” he points out. “And even that was during the quiet before the show,” Mr. Hornman argues some more, “What happens if you have to go at intermission when the girls’ room is crowded?” “Are you really going to sit down and have a bowel movement under those conditions?” he asks, “Or are you just going to try to hold it in and have another accident instead?”

Claudia, of course, answers that she will use the toilet and not mess in her panties. I, however, am not so sure. Still, I’m not so sure Mr. Hornman is right, either. Of course, I share his concern, but I’m not so sure his concern is enough to force poor Claudia to wear a diaper or something at the show. Since Mrs. Duncan, the Assistant Band Director, is here, I decide to get her opinion as well. Apparently, it’s a tough question for her as well, because she doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she decides to question Claudia herself.

“Are you absolutely sure, Claudia?” Mrs. Duncan asks the toilet troubled junior, “Are you absolutely sure that you’re going to be using the toilet if you need to?” Claudia nods her head “yes.” “Do you promise me that you’re not going to have an accident at the show?” Mrs. Duncan asks further. “Do you promise me that no matter what, you’ll go to the girls’ room and use the toilet if you need to?” she asks, “I don’t care how crowded the girls’ room is or what else is going on, you’re still going to do your bowel movement in the toilet if you have to go?” Once again, Claudia nods her head “yes.” “So you’re promising me that no matter what you’re not going to have an accident at the show?” she asks Claudia directly. “I’m not going to have an accident, I promise,” Claudia answers Mrs. Duncan decisively. With that, Mrs. Duncan recommends that Claudia be allowed to wear her regular underwear at the holiday show. “I think we can trust her,” the Assistant Band Director says. “I think she’s tired of having accidents and is going to try her hardest not to have one,” she argues, “I think Claudia is really tired of getting punished for bathroom stuff all the time.”

“Well, I hope you’re right, Amy,” I tell Mrs. Duncan, “Because I’m going to accept your recommendation. “You will be allowed to wear your regular panties at the holiday show,” I tell Claudia, “But you will be one very sorry, young lady indeed if you do have an accident.” “Mrs. Duncan is going to check your underwear after the show,” I also tell Claudia, “And there better not be so much as a skidmark or wet spot on them.” “If you think you’ve been punished by this committee before for having an accident that was nothing compared to what you’re going to get for having an accident this time,” I warn her. “You’ve already got one accident this school year while representing the school,” I point out to Claudia, “Trust me when I tell you that you don’t want another one.” “This time the punishment for a messing accident is going to START at 2,000 sentences,” I warn Claudia some more, “And I’m telling you right now, that I won’t hesitate to make it even worse than that if need be.” “And you’d be looking at perhaps a month of toilet sitting detention as well,” I further warn the toilet troubled young lady, “And there will be apology letters to be written as well – Especially to Mr. Hornman.” Claudia looks a bit worried at hearing the punishment she faces, but she still seems determined that she doesn’t need to wear a diaper. For her sake, I hope she’s right.

As I read the Violation Report in our next case, it’s hard to control my anger. This is the 2nd time in a week and the 3rd time in the last 2 weeks that Sloan has had to appear before the TVPC. And both of those prior appearances were for serious offenses as is her appearance today. It was 2 weeks ago that Sloan, a junior brunette with braces, got her toilet privileges revoked for smoking in the girls’ room. It was her 2nd offense on that charge and I gave her a stiff sentence of 3 weeks on toilet suspension. And it was last Tuesday – only a week into that toilet suspension that Sloan was caught using the toilet in the Science Wing girls’ room. That, of course, is in violation of her toilet suspension. For that, I gave her another 3 weeks without her toilet privileges. And it was just this morning that she handed in the 1,000 times writing assignment that she also got for that offense. These were both serious toilet violations indeed.

That’s why I’m completely outraged to see her standing before the TVPC again today – Once again charged with violating her toilet suspension. This time she was caught sitting comfortably on a toilet in the 2nd Floor girls’ room. As I noted before, I have to work hard to contain my anger in this case. I just have to keep reminding myself that her punishment will surely fit her crime.

“You’re on toilet suspension,” I tell Sloan angrily, “Was I not clear that a toilet suspension means you can’t use the girls’ room in school?” “You were clear, sir,” she tells me honestly, “I knew I wasn’t supposed to go to the girls’ room.” “But I just couldn’t resist, sir,” she explains, “I really had to poop bad and I just couldn’t stand not doing it in the girls’ room.” “I was totally on the verge of messing in my panties,” the tall junior beauty further explains, “I’m sorry, sir, but I just couldn’t stand the thought of doing that.”

“Spare me your phony apologies,” I tell her angrily, “I’m getting really tired of hearing them.” “You need to start obeying the rules instead of apologizing for breaking them,” I explain, “And the rule for a toilet suspension is that you can’t use the toilet.” My harsh tone brings tears to the girl’s pretty green eyes. “I just didn’t want to poop my pants,” she says, “I know I’m not supposed to use the toilet when I’m on toilet suspension, but I just didn’t want to poop my pants.” “It’s bad enough that I have to pee in my pants now, but I just didn’t want to poop in them, too,” she continues, “I’m just sick at the thought of having to poop in my pants.” “Please don’t make me poop in my pants,” she begs, “I’ll pee in my pants if I have to, but please just don’t make me do the other thing.” “You’ll do both things in your pants if you have to,” I lecture her, “That’s what happens when you’re on toilet suspension.” “If you didn’t want to be on toilet suspension, then you shouldn’t have been smoking in the girls’ room,” I point out, “If you don’t want to mess in your pants then you shouldn’t have done anything that would jeopardize your toilet privileges.”

Upon questioning, Sloan admits that while she’s wet her pants everyday since this toilet suspension started, she has yet to actually mess in them. “One time I did a little in my pants on the way home from school,” she acknowledges, “But it’s never been a full load in my panties.” “That little bit in my panties was bad enough,” she says, “I don’t know what I’d do if I ever did the whole thing in my panties.” “What you would do is go about your business in school like everyone else,” I tell her, matter-of-factly, “Having to deal with messes in your panties is what girls on toilet suspension have to do.” “What girls on toilet suspension do NOT do is use the toilet,” I remind her again, “And if they do, they get punished – SEVERELY!” I am quite frankly outraged that thus far she has managed to avoid messing in her panties by breaking the toilet suspension rules. “So thus far, you’ve managed to avoid messing in your panties by sneaking into the girls’ room?” I ask her, “Both of these occasions were times that you had to go and wouldn’t be able to hold it in until you got home?” “Yes sir,” she reluctantly tells me, even though she knows the answer isn’t going to help her case. Well, at least she’s honest about it.

Like I said before, Sloan’s punishment will surely reflect my outrage. “This is your second time violating the terms of a toilet suspension – Your behavior is simply outrageous,” I tell her, “And that will certainly be reflected in your punishment.” “When you’re on toilet suspension, you simply do not use the toilet,” I explain again, “And if you do, you suffer the consequences – Some VERY SERIOUS consequences.”

With that, I promptly sentence her to write, “I will not use the girls’ room while on toilet suspension again” a staggering 5,000 times! Pausing for a moment to let it sink in, I tell her again, “You’ll write that FIVE THOUSAND times!” She still doesn’t quite get it. “Um – Did you say FIVE THOUSAND times?” she asks me. “You heard me,” I tell the tearful junior, “You’re going to write that 5,000 times!” Suddenly, Sloan is in a state of panic. She begs me to reconsider. “I can’t write that – That’s impossible,” she says. “Oh yes you can!” I tell her. “And you WILL,” I explain in no uncertain terms, “And then hopefully you’ll think twice about ever using the girls’ room on toilet suspension again.” “B-B-But do you know how long it’s going to take to write that 5,000 times?” she asks, in desperation. “I’d think it would take about 2 weeks,” I tell her, “And least it better not take more than 2 weeks because 2 weeks is how long you have to get it done.” “2 weeks?” she pleads, “How can I get all that done in just 2 weeks?” “Well, I assume you’ll pretty much be spending every spare moment you have writing out your sentences,” I explain, “I’m thinking that writing that sentence is pretty much going to be your life for the next 2 weeks.”

Horrified at the prospect of that monumental writing assignment, and hysterically crying, she keeps begging me to reconsider. “All I did was use the toilet,” she pleads, “Please sir, I only used the toilet because I didn’t want to poop in my pants.” “I really wasn’t hurting anybody by using the toilet,” she argues. “WRONG!” I tell her in a stern, decisive tone. “You violated a toilet suspension,” I explain, “And this was the 2nd time you did it.” “And you were placed on toilet suspension for a 2nd offense of smoking in the girls’ room,” I explain further. “Do you know how many girls at this school avoid using the girls’ rooms because of girls smoking in there?” I ask her, rhetorically, “Do you know how many end up messing in their panties because of that?” “So now YOU don’t get to use the girls’ rooms,” I point out, “And now it’s you that gets to experience messing in your panties.” “But please sir, 5,000 times is jus too much,” she pleads now, “I’ve already written a thousand lines for the smoking and then another thousand lines for violating the toilet suspension last week.” “But that’s exactly the point, young lady,” I explain, “You wrote 1,000 times last time and you still violated your toilet suspension again.” “So this time, we’re going to try 5,000 times and see if that works,” I explain further, “And if it doesn’t work, next time your punishment will be 10,000 times and we’ll keep going until the punishment does work.”

“When I assign a toilet suspension I expect it to be served,” I tell her, “And likewise when I assign a girl 5,000 sentences, I expect them to be written.” “But I just can’t,” she pleads, still in tears. “You’d better,” I tell her, “Because anything not done in 2 weeks gets doubled.” “And like I said before, next time you need to have a bowel movement when you’re in school, you’d better either hold it in or do it in your pants,” I warn her, “Unless you want to be writing that sentence 10,000 times!” With that, I bang my gavel to end any further discussion.

But I’m not quite done with Sloan’s punishment yet. Violating a toilet suspension, of course, requires additional time on toilet suspension. “I further sentence you to 2 month on toilet suspension,” I tell the junior brunette. Of course, she doesn’t like hearing that any more than she likes hearing she’s going to have to write 5,000 sentences. “I’m on toilet suspension now for 2 months? From today?” she asks. “Not exactly,” I tell her. “Your punishment for this is 2 ADDITIONAL months on toilet suspension,” I explain, “Its 2 months added on to the toilet suspension you already have.”

“If you’d have just done what you were supposed to do and served your toilet suspension, it would be almost over now,” I point out, “But you had to make it worse by using the toilet instead.” “I just didn’t want to mess in my pants – That’s just awful,” she responds. “Well, you’re going to be doing that a hell of a lot more now,” I remind her. The thought of that is just too much for her to bear. She breaks down hysterically crying into her hands. I also note that she’s completely wet her pants – Her jeans totally soaked in the crotch and down her legs.”

The next matter before the TVPC involves 2 girls – specifically 2 juniors named Ivy and Teddy. They are not being called before the TVPC for toilet violations today, but for a closer look at a toilet violation from yesterday. Both Ivy and Teddy were here for the TVPC meeting yesterday – Ivy being charged with clogging a toilet in the Main Corridor girls’ room and Teddy as a witness in that particular case. Due largely to Teddy’s testimony, Ivy was found “Not Guilty” on the “Clogging the Toilet” charge. Both girls are back here again because we have some new information in the case.

It all started yesterday when Ivy, a vivacious, well-liked brunette was charged with clogging the toilet. Miss Spellman, a Math teacher, observed Ivy coming out of the Main Corridor girls’ room after the pretty, full-figured young lady used the toilet with a pass from her 3rd period History teacher. As part of her routine bathroom monitoring duties that period, Miss Spellman went on to check that very same girls’ room. She then found a toilet well-packed with a very large bowel movement and a whole lot of toilet paper. According to her report, it didn’t look like the toilet had overflowed, but it was pretty close – the dirty water was right up there at the rim of the toilet bowl. Ivy was promptly charged with clogging the toilet – an accidental clog to be sure, but also a careless one given the large amount of toilet paper that was in the bowl. The very beautiful Miss Spellman stated yesterday that she considered charging Ivy with “Using Too Much Toilet Paper” as well, but decided that given the enormity of Ivy’s bowel movement, using all that toilet paper may very well have been necessary.

When Ivy appeared before the TVPC yesterday, however, she denied that she was responsible for clogging the toilet. She claimed to have visited the girls’ room only to urinate and that she didn’t even see the badly clogged toilet in the girls’ room there. She brought her close friend Teddy with her to testify on her behalf. Teddy then told us that she and Ivy both used the girls’ room after lunch less than 2 hours later – both of them doing bowel movements in adjoining toilets in the girls’ room down by the cafeteria. The implication being, of course, that if Ivy had done a bowel movement with Teddy at lunchtime, it was unlikely that she had done one – particularly one so large – just a little while earlier. Teddy even mentioned passing toilet paper under the stall to Ivy because Ivy was out of it in her stall. Accordingly, Ivy was then found “Not Guilty” of clogging the toilet. But, as I noted earlier, we have some new information in this case.

“Are you 2 sticking to your story?” I ask both Ivy and Teddy, “Did the 2 of you really have bowel movements together at lunchtime in the girls’ room by the cafeteria?” The 2 girls look at each other puzzled – not really sure how to answer that. That reaction, of course, tells me all that I need to know.

“I gave you permission to go to the girls’ room yesterday,” Miss Bliss, her 3rd period History teacher says to Ivy. “You said you had an emergency and really had to go bad,” the kindly teacher recounts, “And when you went, you were gone for 7 full minutes.” “Now, the Main Corridor girls’ room isn’t too far from my classroom,” Miss Bliss points out, “It seems to me that you must have done more than just urinate in there if you were gone for so long.” The previously puzzled look on the girls’ faces is more like that of “a deer caught in the headlights” now. “Seven minutes?” I question Ivy, “I’m thinking that you really didn’t need all that time just to urinate,” I tell her. “I’m thinking that what you were really doing in there was having a bowel movement and a big one at that,” I continue, “And I’m thinking that you did indeed clog the toilet with that bowel movement and all the toilet paper you used.” “Really, girls?” Miss Bliss chimes in, “Did you really think that teachers didn’t keep track of the girls’ room passes that they give?” The 2 close friends just glare at each in panic – obviously, trying to figure out what to say now. “How about you tell us what REALLY happened” I tell them, “The sooner you tell the truth, the lesser your punishments are going to be.”

Almost in unison, Ivy and Teddy begin to blurt out the truth. The full-figured Ivy admits that she did indeed clog the toilet in the Main Corridor girls’ room and then the skinny, blonde-haired Teddy admits she lied to protect her best friend. “Ivy and I did go to the girls’ room during lunch,” Teddy explains, “But I was the only one that did a bowel movement then.” I think Ivy just peed,” Teddy points out. “It isn’t Teddy’s fault – I asked her to lie for me,” Ivy quickly speaks up, “I didn’t want to get in trouble for clogging the toilet again.” “Lying only makes it worse,” I tell Ivy, “I certainly would have thought you knew that.” “I’m assuming you didn’t clog the toilet on purpose, so it wasn’t a serious offense,” I continue, “Lying to the TVPC is actually a more serious offense than accidentally clogging the toilet.”

But Ivy explains that it isn’t her first time clogging the toilet like that – it’s actually her 3rd time in school this year. “Still, the TVPC understands that girls can’t really control the size of their bowel movements,” I explain, “And if it’s a big one it’s even more important that you do it in the toilet instead of your pants.” “As I said, it isn’t as serious an offense as lying is,” I point out again. But Ivy goes on to explain that she also manages to clog the toilet at home – A LOT – And her mom gets mad sometimes when she does. “I’ve even clogged the toilet a few times at Teddy’s house,” Ivy tells us, “It’s so embarrassing when you clog the toilet – especially at someone else’s house.” “Don’t worry about it, Ivy,” Teddy tells her friend, “You know I’ve clogged it once or twice at your house, too.” “And I’m actually pretty lucky I’ve never clogged it at school,” Teddy confesses, “We all have really big bowel movements sometimes.” “But I clog it all the time,” Ivy counters, “I’m sick of clogging the toilet all the time – I just didn’t want anyone to know that I did it again – especially my mom.” She goes on to explain that her mom is always telling her not to put toilet paper in the bowl along with her bowel movement. “She’s always telling me to flush my bowel movement down first,” Ivy tells us, “And then to use the toilet paper and flush it separately.” “But I don’t know – I just don’t remember to do it like that,” she adds.

“That’s actually good advice that your mom is giving you,” I tell Ivy, “You probably wouldn’t clog it as much if you don’t try to flush your bowel movements and your toilet paper together.” “And at school, you wouldn’t get punished as much, if it was only your bowel movement clogging the toilet.” Faithful readers of the TVPC surely know that a Category #1 clog (clogging the toilet with a bowel movement only) is a less severe offense than a Category #2 clog (clogging with a combination of a bowel movement and toilet paper) as Ivy has done here. But it’s still not a serious offense. Obviously its way less serious than the most serious clog – That’s a Category #5 clog which is when a girl clogs it by trying to flush down her soiled panties.

Getting to the matter of punishment for the girls, Ivy will serve 3 days detention and she’ll write, “I will not clog the toilet in the girls’ room at school again” 300 times. For lying to the TVPC, both Ivy and Teddy will have to write, “I will not lie to the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee again” 250 times. “But that’s going to be 250 times on the blackboard in detention,” I tell them. “On the blackboard?” Ivy asks, obviously cognizant of how much more difficult it is to write something on the blackboard instead of on paper. “In detention?” Teddy asks, not being one who normally has to stay for detention. “Yes that’s right on both counts,” I tell them, “I’m going to make an example of you 2 girls – I want everyone to see you writing those sentences – I want everyone to know what happens to girls who lie to the TVPC.” “But I can’t stay for detention,” Teddy argues, “I have to take care of my little sister Charlie after school.” “Well someone else will have to do that for a while,” I tell Teddy. GOOD LUCK CHARLIE!” I add. “Nothing good comes of lying to the TVPC,” I tell them, but I certainly think they understood that already.

So concludes another session of the Toilet Violations Punishment Committee. Meeting adjourned at 4:13 PM.

[spandexman]

Another great report

Keep and eye on Mrs. Duncan though. Thanks as always Arnold.

[skixc2]

These are fantatstic - never ever stop - thanks so much!

[Guest]

Thanks Arnold! I thought it couldn't get any better than the last report, but you've outdone yourself. This whole thing with Dr. Flower and Blossom seems very suspicious to me. I think the TVPC is not getting the whole story here.

[Arnold Ziffel]

Tvpc

Thanks for the nice comments. It's always good to know that people are enjoying my stories.

Call it a hunch, but I definately think this isn't the last we'll hear from the lovely Mrs. Duncan. And something is definately up with Dr. Flower -- I wonder why she keeps blaming Blossom for that clogged toilet mess in the girls' room.

Thanks again.

[spandexman]

And you're the man to solve these mysteries

Thanks for the nice comments. It's always good to know that people are enjoying my stories.

Call it a hunch, but I definately think this isn't the last we'll hear from the lovely Mrs. Duncan. And something is definately up with Dr. Flower -- I wonder why she keeps blaming Blossom for that clogged toilet mess in the girls' room.

Thanks again.

Something tells me these mysteries will be solved soon. As for my favorite coach how is Grace doing?