Next morning at Polytech Saint Mathieu, we didn't stop by the loo to roll up our skirts. We didn't want Tanka to be the only one to keep hers down like a well behaved Paris 16th girl.
Pierrot grabbed her bum with both hands for a steamy Italian kiss. She didn't protest! She giggled and wriggled during that embrace, and her skirt must have risen. A couple of bimbos caught a glimpse of her decorated thighs, and called her a martinet club girl. The bell rang, and we didn't have time to slap a couple of bimbos.
Later for lunch, these bimbos must have told their boyfriends that Tanka got her butt whipped. One of them sneaked behind her, and pulled her skirt up while another one told Pierrot. "You're dating une pisseuse qui s'est pris une fessée au martinet..."
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He didn't have time to laugh, Pierrot had already given him a bloody nose. Tanka red-faced pulled down her skirt, and thanked him. A friend of bloody-nose tried to get Pierrot from behind. I decked him with a right hook followed by a left one.
Then friends of the two bloodied noses moved onto us. Cricri kicked the family jewels of the first one, while Jojo redone the hairdo of a bimbo with spaghetti bolognese. Pierrot's friends joined the fun, and asked where we had learned to fight like boys. We laughed, and told them that we are army brats.
After such excitement afternoon classes were boring, but we were later invited for drinks at the cafe down Avenue Mozart. A dishy guy offered me a helmet matching his, and I hopped behind his Yamaha. Cricri and Jojo followed behind two more black leather bombers, and we were all very careful to sit on our skirts!
At the cafe there was a few surprised eyebrows for Paris 16th arrondissement girls with grey pleated skirts, matching knee high socks, and navy cardigans on white blouses to be paired with boys wearing black leather bombers and santiag boots.
My iron horse cavalier introduced himself as Jacques, and I didn't jump out of my knickers like a goody-two-shoes when he had a hand under the table going up my thighs.
We eventually recovered our bicycles, and rode back home with flushed cheeks.
Pursuing such chat would have to wait, Aunty had furrowed brows. "I had a call from Saint Mathieu, the manager of the nearby snack complained about a brawl, please explain!"
As Jojo was about to explain Uncle joined us.
"A yahoo raised Tanka skirt, and her boyfriend gave him a bloody nose. Then another trou du cul..." Jojo sure had improved her French!
"Jolene! Language!"
"Sorry Aunty! Another yob tried to grab Tanka's boyfriend, from behind, and Lili punched his light's out. Then Cricri showered one of the bimbos with bolo spag, and I kicked a yobbo in the nuts."
Aunty was about to remind Jojo to have a more ladylike language, but Uncle laughed, and she seemed to relax. We held our breath, then Aunty said. "Well, you have defended yourselves, nothing wrong with that."
We tried to be discreet when sighing in relief.
Uncle added. "That boy, Tanka's boyfriend, he did well, and I want to meet your boyfriends."
We said yes Uncle, and later back in our common room we sighed. "Bikers, with black leather bombers, they are going to have heart attacks!"
Liliane (Lili), Christiane (Cricri), Jolene (Jojo), and Tanka Rae (Tanka)
To be continued...
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