She was a red head in her thirties with an attractive poised face, and dressed suitably given her role as the college’s sports teacher. The skin-tight black lycra trousers, tight turquoise vest top, and white trainers she wore, emphasised her fit svelte figure. Approaching the gym, she peeked through the small glass windowpane in its door. As she’d asked, laid out in two rows of three, were six badminton nets. Beyond them, by the far wall, were the twelve young men she'd demanded appear this very hour. They were larking about with a football, boys and their balls she tutted. Their ringleader, conducting proceedings, was none other than Dan Foster, captain of the football team and a student who had developed a somewhat unsavoury reputation. During his time at the college he’d caused no end of trouble. From smart remarks, bad attendance to lewd behaviour, when the term ended in a fortnight few of the staff would be sad to see him leave. Jane knew all about Dan Foster. There was always a Dan Foster.
