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Date: 13 March 2004 21:53:06
I drove up to the little white... shack, I guess some would say. It is certainly an old-fashioned little raised wooden house. The security office for the school district is housed in it.
Up the grit-covered wooden steps. Opened the door.
The uniformed security guy--- armed, badged, in a crisp white shirt--- greeted me. He dived smoothly into his spiel.
I was advised in a calm, smooth baritone to take off my wedding ring.
He directed me into position. He slipped on his rubber gloves (snap! snap!).
He took my hand and told me to relax and let him do all the work. (How many women hear that murmured at them on a quiet sunny weekday morning?)
He expertly placed each individual finger and thumb on the well-rolled ink plate, then onto the state's ID card. Grasp, roll, shift, roll, release; grasp, roll, shift, roll, release... then the thumbs again, and the ends of all four fingers on each hand at once. His handling resulted in a very thorough hand massage.
When he was finished with me he gave me an orange-scented waterless hand cleaner, and removed his gloves, and patiently waited while I, cat-like, carefully removed every trace of our... activity... from my hands.
So now, as soon as the State Police process that print card, I will be an Official Good Girl (tm).
Meanwhile, I will start the teaching job in the coming week.