Chapter 7
When Susan Hopkins left Hawaii she felt sexually satisfied for once in her life. And she made her vows never again to become involved with students. She knew it would be a difficult vow for her to keep. Nevertheless she had made up her mind what she should do. However she had a class waiting for her and the principal said he wanted to see her.
"Yes," she said as she went in his office.
"Come in, Miss Hopkins," the principal beamed. "How was Hawaii?"
"I had a pleasant vacation," she said softly.
"That's nice," he said, "I always like to see my teachers take time off. I think they come back to the job refreshed. Then they can devote their full attention to their work."
"Yes," she said.
"I'm thinking of putting on a play," he smiled. "A play in which we would use costumes. It's a comedy called 'The Roman Scandals'."
"That would involve quite a bit of expenditure for costumes, wouldn't it?" she asked.
"Not too much," he said. "Those Romans wore togas," he replied.
"Yes," she said. "I guess we could do it. We need more money in the drama fund."
"Well the money will be made available," he assured her.
The more she thought about the play the more disturbed she became. It would mean a lot of extra work for her, and she wasn't particularly' anxious to get bogged down in any extra work. However if the principal wanted her to put on the play 'Roman Scandals' she would have to put on the play.
Going back to her classroom, she confronted her last period students with the play project.
"The principal has suggested we put on a play," she said trying to smile in spite of her own personal antagonism toward it.
"What's the name?" one boy asked eagerly.
"'Roman Scandals'," she told him.
"Oh that sounds exciting," he enthused.
"I'm sure it will be a lot of fun," she told him.
As he listened to her, he became more and more excited at the project.
"I'm not crazy about this project," she admitted, "but if he wants to put it on, I guess we can."
"Who can I play?" one happy young man asked.
"You will have to go to the readings," she told him.
Finally she had to set a time for the readings. When the class period was over she felt a momentary sense of relief. At least it didn't have to begin for a little while, she thought to herself, consolingly. But her consolation was short lived, for a few hours later she had to meet with the try-out group.
As the different young men tried out for the parts, she had to decide that the young man who asked for the part he would play could play the part of the character called Claudius. When it came to the costumes, that caused another problem.
"What are we going to do about costumes?" one boy asked.
"I guess I'll have to fit you all out with togas," she said.
"Really," the young man who was going to have a part in the play told her.
"Marvin," she said, "since you are so enthusiastic, I guess you can be fitted first."
She dismissed the rest of the class and Marvin came over.
"Now Teach," he said, "how do we go about getting this fitting?"
"It's very easy," she assured him.
"How easy?" he smiled at her.
"It's no problem at all," she assured him.
"What do I do?" he asked eagerly.
"Well I should measure you," she said. "So I guess you'll just have to take off your pants."
He looked at her" dumbfounded.
"Well I'm sure not going to do it with the doors open," he said. "Someone might come in here."
"That's right," she said, "you're shy. Well, Marvin, I will lock the doors."
She went to the front door and locked it and then went to the back door and locked it. When she turned around she got a look at him standing there with nothing but his shorts on. She could see his crotch was bulging and it was obvious to her he had an enormous hard-on. She decided to remain true to her vow and never again get involved with any student no matter how great the temptation.
Coming over to him she quickly began measuring him. As she did so the tape measure touched his penis through the cotton material of his shorts. It jumped at her.
"You know when you touch me," he said, "I get excited."
"I noticed that," she said coolly.
Seeing that this was not going to work, he decided to do a daring thing. He slipped his shorts down over his cock and exposed himself to her view. As she saw the huge meaty head on the gigantic cock, her heart pounded rapidly.
"What do you think of this?" he asked. "Would Claudius have a cock that long?"
Suddenly she seized it. She squeezed it and some juice surfaced at its small slit.
"It's a perfect size," she said, "yes, this would be what Claudius' cock would be like."
As he saw how excited she became he smiled. Confidently he commanded her, "Go down on it."
"Oh Marvin," she said, "I could never do a thing like that."
"You want it as bad as I do," he said eagerly, "now do it."
As if she had lost all control she dropped to her knees before the young vigorous student. She pulled on his gigantic male member and brought it to her lips. Opening her mouth she let her pink tongue slide down and lash over the head of it.
"Oh that feels fantastic," he exclaimed. "Oh baby, do me."
With a sudden hard jab he thrust his cock into her mouth.
"Oh, that's what I want," he exclaimed excitedly. "Yes baby, yes. That's what I want."
The pleasure mounted every moment now as they came closer and closer to climax. Marvin didn't want it to burst into her mouth immediately. He wanted to obtain more pleasure.
"Let me slam it down your throat Teach," he smiled.
His balls were bouncing on her chin and she kept her eyes open. She wanted to pull her mouth back and forth across the length of his cock so she could observe it sliding in and out of her mouth. This was part of the pleasure.
"Oh, eat me," the boy panted, as he became excited and stimulated with her mouth action.
"Yes," he exclaimed excitedly, "that's how to do it. Oh, ah, you're killing me."
She continued doing it until he could hardly stand it.
"Faster baby," he told her, "faster. Oh, ah, yes, yes, keep doing it!"
The pleasure was building now every moment and his cock was starting to drip. At the first taste of his sperm juice she became more intensely excited.
"My balls are loaded baby," he informed her.
"And you're going to just love this cock."
The madness that possessed her to do this daring act in the classroom was due to the fact that lust overshadowed every other consideration. In this excited stage all she could think of was her own sexual satisfaction. Nothing else mattered, nothing else counted.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes!" she panted.
The sudden pleasure that she felt as he stabbed vigorously increased every moment.
"Gobble it," he commanded her. "Go get it."
She went for it savagely and as she gulped he stabbed it to her. With this action he rammed it all the way to the base of her throat and was ready to explode. This bothered her no end as she wanted to get the contents of his cock in her mouth. She wanted to taste it. That was the most intimate thing, the taste of him. Sliding off him quickly she felt him shooting. Just in time, she made it so her mouth got his load.
"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's the way."
The super sensations that she experienced at this point of impact were unlike any she had ever had before. He was a longer harder boy than she had ever had the pleasure of doing and she determined she would hang onto him.
Her hands gripped his asscheeks and she massaged him as she finished slowly gobbling him.
"Oh Teach," he panted quickly, "you are too much. Oh baby, if I could have you in a bed, oh, what I could do with you. I'd eat your pussy, I'd lick you, oh baby, I'd give it to you."
As he spoke so enthusiastically Susan Hopkins knew she was being sucked in a whirlpool of sex that she thought she had gotten out of.
"Alright," she said. "Hurry. Put your shorts back on. I'll give you my address and phone number."
"Good," he said. "I want to go right from school over to your place."
"As long as you tell no one," she warned him. "If you tell anybody, it's all over between us."
"I understand," he assured her.
She opened up the front door to the class room after he had gone and felt relieved. The next moment she got a jolt. The principal dropped in. He gave her a hard stare. She had a horrid feeling to think what a close call she had.
"How's everything going?" he asked eagerly.
"Just fine," she assured him nervously.
"Now I want you to watch these students," he told her, "and see to it they don't get involved sexually."
"Sexually?" she asked him, opening her eyes up wide to pretend she knew nothing about the possibility.
"It may come as a little bit of a shock to you," he admitted, "but some of our students are quite proficient sexually. You see they are bombarded with it all the time. They see it in the movies, they watch it on television. The magazines are forever spreading naked women all over the drugstores and then the young people want to try it at ten or eleven."
"Oh," she said.
"It is very important when we're doing a costume play when they wear "such abbreviated costumes as these Romans did, that we do everything within our power to make sure that the young people control themselves."
"Why yes of course," she agreed.
"It is awful," he said, "that we have to take so many precautions. But it is essential that we do. I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about."
"Yes," she said. "We've got to make sure these togas are long enough."
"That's true," he admitted. "We don't want to see a bulging crotch or worse."
"Precisely," she smiled. "Actually this job has a lot of little things I never thought of."
"Well being a rather conservative woman as I'm sure you are," he said, "I can understand all that. But we have to consider the young people and where they're at today."
"Yes," she said, "like it is."
"Precisely," he nodded emphatically.
The point had been made. And now he wished her well with the play and dismissed himself. Then the teacher was left with her fears. It haunted her to see how well aware he was of sex going on. He would have twenty fits if he knew that she was hot for some of the young men.
She hurried out of the classroom and walked down the hall and then a teacher overtook her and began chatting with her.
"How are you, Miss Hopkins?" she smiled. "I don't know as we've had a chance to get acquainted. My name is Pam Henderson."
"Glad to meet you, Pam," she smiled.
"I've just gotten word that you are going to put on the play this year," she said. "That's so exciting. The principal told me that we're going to do 'The Roman Scandals'."
"Yes," she said, as she tried to get away from her as she went on down the hall.
"Well it's a wonderful play," the teacher said, "and I think everyone will be delighted with it. Actually it is a real treat for us to have you here."
"Thank you," she said.
Pam continued talking as she seemed to have something she wanted to tell her.
"You know last year," she said, "we had a high school scandal."
"No I didn't know about that," she said reluctantly, not actually trying to pry out any information at all.
"Yes," she said, "a little orgy in the drama club."
"Oh no," she exclaimed, "how horrid."
"Well that's true," she said, "and it makes me sick when I think of it. Actually, dear, we can't be too careful watching these students. They're forever trying to get on the topic of sex. You have to be careful about all of that."
"Of course," she said abruptly.
"Of course," she agreed with her.
When she finally got out to the parking lot, she felt like driving her car into the cement block wall. She feared going back to her place as she knew who would be waiting there. Sure enough as she pulled up to her apartment house she saw Marvin. He was standing outside.
"Hi Teach," he grinned.
"Hi," she said quietly.
It was as if she saw the entire faculty lined up now watching her take the young boy up to her place.
When they got into the apartment he began taking off his clothes.
"I hope you stopped to get the booze," he said.
"Oh I forgot about it," she admitted.
"Don't tell me you don't have any here," he said angrily.
"Does it mean that much to you ?" she asked.
"Yes if you must know, it does," he insisted.
"That being the case," she informed him, "I'll go get some."
She hated to leave him alone in her place but she knew that she had little or no alternative. She went down to the corner liquor store and bought a bottle of bourbon. She got another bottle of seven and some ice cubes. When she came in the door she saw him sitting on the sofa naked, watching television.
"Oh you should have had the door locked," she said. "What if someone came over to see me and found you here naked on the sofa?"
"Well if it was a girl I would have fucked her," he smiled.
"Marvin," she said, "you are a little too frisky for your own good."
"Am I?" he smiled.
"I would say that you were," she assured him.
She went to the kitchen and she fixed the drinks. Returning to the living room, she noticed he had locked the door.
"Now take off everything too," he smiled. I want to see you naked, Teach."
"Yes of course," she agreed.
As she removed her clothes she saw how carefully he watched her take off each garment.
"You have some nice panties, Teach," he told her.
"Thank you," she smiled.
Slipping out of her panties she stood there with her shaved box. He walked over to her and complimented her.
"The first time I've ever seen a shaved box, Teach," he told her. "And it looks mighty delicious."
"It is," she said, "but you can only tell by tongue test just how delicious."
"You don't have to tell me to eat pussy," he chuckled, "I'm crazy about that."
He sipped the drink slowly and felt of her as she sat down there beside him. His hands were all over her. On her breasts, at her inner thighs, as well as her mound.
"Oh you look so good," he smiled, "so good, baby."
He was getting more and more stimulated all the time.
"You know baby," he said, "there isn't anything I'd like to do better than eat your pussy."
"Help yourself honey," she said. "My pussy eating action is good, they tell me."
He bent over on the sofa and let his face fall into her lap. He licked along her slit then he curiously pried her pussy lips apart and examined her closely.
"Are you performing surgery?" she asked. "Or are you going to eat it?"
"I'm going to examine it first," he smiled. "I always examine my food before I eat it."
"Good for you baby," she smiled, as she watched his face down in her muff. "Good eating and bon appétit."
He stabbed his tongue in there and went to work with hard regular strokes. She could tell he had eaten a lot of pussy and was amazed at his skill for such a young boy.
"Come on, baby," she told him, "keep it up."
She shoved forward and the hot tongue plunged in there. As the tongue surged inside of her, she became more and more excited.
"Eat my pussy," she begged him, "that's it. Eat it. Come on baby, eat the pussy."
The hot tongue plunged in now furiously and then she shoved forward. He was licking across her clitoris in piston precision timing. The next minute she felt his teeth bearing down on her clit. He bore down so hard she was afraid he would bring blood.
"Don't get carried away lover," she warned him.
Now he was grasping her waist with his hands. The teacher thrust her legs over his shoulders as she arched her ass forward on the sofa.
"Oh baby," she begged him, "feel of my ass while you eat my pussy."
His hands went to her buttocks. He massaged them vigorously now as the tongue continued stabbing inside of her.
"Oh," she groaned in delight, "baby that's wild."
The passionate pleasure that she was enjoying as the young student went to town was indeed beautiful. She was clutching the sofa pillows at the side of the sofa as he went on licking.
"Lick my pussy baby," she cried, "lick it. That's it. Eat your fill."
Finally as his hot tongue swept her velvety vagina walls she juiced. As she juiced he gasped in delight. He couldn't utter a word as his mouth was fastened over her mound. However he made low groans that she instantly understood.
"Eat me," she insisted, "eat it baby, that's good for you. Oh baby, what a pussy eater. You should get a pussy eater prize."
Finally he pulled his tongue out of her hole and grinned.
"How was that?" he asked. "Get me a drink."
"You were marvelous," she said. "You really were."
"That's what the gals tell me at school," he said. "They consider me the best lover. That's why I wanted to try my tongue out on you."
As he looked at her she became more and more aware of how lust driven he was.
"There are a lot of things we can do, Teach," he smiled. "How about that animal game?"
"Animal game?" she asked as she handed him another drink.
"Yes," he smiled as he sipped his drink.
"Explain yourself," she told him bluntly.
"Well," he said, "you are my naked prey. I run around the house trying to catch you. And when I do, I make you lick my ass, lick my balls and blow me."
"That sounds like a rather strange game, honey," she smiled. "But if you want to play, I'll play."
They began in the bedroom and she had a head start. She was on top of the bed as he came running for her. He made a flying tackle and missed.
"You're pretty fast, baby," he said. "You really are."
She went into the living room and he cornered her in the kitchen.
"Oh wow!" he said. "Let me sit up on the table. I want to do it on the table."
As he lay there he smiled.
"I want you to lick my ass first," he begged.
"I won't suck your asshole," she told him. "I will lick your asscheeks. O.K.?"
"Lick both of them," he begged.
Once she had agreed to do this for him, he lay on that table and spread. Her fingers played around with his prostate gland and her tongue licked away at his soft buttocks.
"Oh wow!" he panted. "That feels good. Yes, baby, do that."
The pleasure mounted every moment as he did his thing.
"Come on, baby," he said, "oh yes. That's the way to do it."
There was enormous pleasure now as her tongue teased and tantalized his bare behind. Her fingertips continued massaging his prostate, and he was getting more and more turned on.
"Oh baby," he gasped excitedly, "you don't know what you do to me. Keep that up."
The pleasure was building every moment now and she was really turned on too.
"I'm going to flip my ass over now," he told her, "and feed your face cock."
When he had rolled over and presented her with his huge penis he held it in his hand while he pumped it.
"It's really effective," he explained, "if you pull on it. Then, you lick the balls first. When you finish licking, you open your mouth and take them in."
The teacher wasn't talking now. She was too busy licking away at his large testicles. As she licked, she watched him pulling on his penis and she wanted to do it for him. She pushed his hand aside and grabbed his cock in her and pulled up and down.
"Oh do that," he panted. "That's it. Do it."
The pleasure was mounting now as he was more and more intensely excited.
"Oh, both balls," he said. "That's it. Oh, lash it with your tongue, baby, lick them."
Her hand working vigorously on his cock alternating with her tongue twirling around his testicles, was bringing him closer and closer to a scorching climax.
"Oh fuck it," he said, "fuck it."
She slid her tongue along his cock. She topped the crown of his cock with her mouth. She let her head bob up and down as he wrapped his legs around her. Doing it on the kitchen table somehow lent pleasure to the act.
"Keep that up," he urged her. "Yes baby, yes baby. That's what I dig. Oh honey, do it!"
The pleasure was mounting every moment now and she was becoming more and more intensely excited too. She was eager to get another taste of his juicy load.
"Eat my cock," he cried excitedly. "Eat it. That's it. Eat it, baby. Come on baby."
With his legs locked around her and his hands shoving her farther down over himself, he rammed forward. She could feel it sliding all the way up there.
"Oh wow!" he gasped, as the pleasure became almost more than he could stand.
"Gobble that cock," he said to her, "gobble it, baby. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes, that's the way. Now, baby, eat it."
Greedily, gladly, she ate him. As the sperm lashed into her mouth she rolled it around on her tongue and tasted him.
"You like to eat sperm, don't you?" he flashed her a knowing smile.
With her mouth plugged with penis she couldn't answer, but she nodded. And from the look in her eyes he could easily tell how much she enjoyed it.
"Ah wow!" he smiled. "This is too much."
The great pleasure that he was discovering as she did him, was almost more than he could take. He shot her some more.
"So how about that?" he smiled. "Take it all."
She was happy to receive him. When she finally pulled off his penis he looked at her.
"You're some teacher," he grinned.
"Well I can give you a few lessons in sex, can't I?" she said, as she walked across the room and poured herself another drink.
"You sure can, baby," he smiled at her.
As she sipped away at her drink, she confessed more than she should have to him.
"You know I guess I'm a fucking nympho," she said. "When I took a vacation to Hawaii, I didn't go there to swim in the sea or look at the rainbows. Not me, I went to a restaurant where they had nude waiters. And you know what?" she laughed.
"What?" the student asked, unable to understand how any woman could be this oversexed.
"I had a ball," she replied. "An absolute ball. It was true happiness to turn on with those guys."
"Maybe you belong in a whore house and not in a school house," he chuckled.
"You might be right," she admitted. "I really think that I am in the wrong place."
As she leaned toward him again, his cock went limp. He was fearful that she was some kind of kook. This bothered him so much that he couldn't get another erection.
"What's the matter honey?" she smiled smugly. "Is something troubling you?"
"No baby," he said, "nothing."
It was difficult for him to understand how she could act this way. Nevertheless it was becoming more and more evident to her that it was an impossible situation.
"Baby," he smiled at her, "I want to tell you something. You are a dangerous woman."
"What do you mean dangerous?" she demanded.
"You could suck a man dry," he said. "You are just a sex animal. You're sick. Don't you know that?"
"What do you mean?" she asked angrily.
"Just what I said," he said. "You are sick. I'm getting out of here."
Hastily he got his clothes together and dressed. As he walked out of the apartment, she looked after him.
"Where are you going?" she demanded.
"I'm going to get the hell out of here," he replied, "while the going is good."
When she was left alone with her troubling thoughts, she didn't know what to do. She was puzzled and perplexed. Finally she fell asleep and let the drink fall out of her hand and the liquid contents of the glass splattered across the floor.
"Oh God, that's awful," she said. "Look what I've done."
She was worried and uptight. It made it difficult for her to go on. Nevertheless she knew she had to do what she had to do.
The next day, when she went to school there was a note inviting her to see the principal.
"I wonder what he wants to see me about," she told the principal's secretary.
"I have no idea," the principal's secretary said, and turned away from her.
That frightened her, as she couldn't understand why she seemed so cold. She went into the principal's office and she became grimly aware that problems were there.
"Good morning," the principal began, "and how are you today?"
"Just fine, thank you," she said.
"And how is everything coming?" he smiled. "Our play and everything?"
"Just fine," she said.
"One of the actors talked to me," he said. "And he told me some remarkable things about you."
"That's nice," she said fearfully.
"Is it?" he asked, in an eyeball to eyeball confrontation.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" she demanded.
"You bet I am," he told her. "And you listen good. Real good."
"Come on," she said, "what is it?"
"Just this," he said evenly. "It is very dangerous indeed to have sex with a student."
"Oh I'd never think of such a thing," she said. "I can't understand why you are asking me to come in here and discuss this topic with you, especially so early in the morning."
"Well I thought I'd better get it over with," he said evenly, "and I want to tell you I'm really shocked."
"Shocked?" she went on innocently. "I can't imagine over what."
"Well I can," he said evenly, "and it sickens me."
"What sickens you?" she demanded.
"A teacher who would take advantage of a student sexually."
He said it as he sat at the edge of the desk and she looked at him greedily.
"You know," he said, "I think you would like to put the make on me."
"You're not bad looking," she said, hoping she could get her way out of the predicament through sexual blackmail.
"What would you like to do?" he said, letting her go on in her illusion..
"Oh I can do anything," she said, "with an adult I dug. I have my own moral code."
"That's obvious," he said. "You do have your own way of doing things, don't you baby?"
"You bet I do," she said, "and there's nothing wrong with it. Don't you ever get tired of doing it with the same old wife year in and year out?"
The principal listened to her and as he heard the arguments he couldn't help agreeing with some of what she was saying. It was particularly distressing to him.
"Well you have a point there, go on," he said, trying to pump more information on how she looked at sex and life.
"Well," she said, "if you want to have a good time I could give you a good time like you never had before. There are all sorts of things that I could do to accommodate you. How long has it been since your wife gave you a blow job?"
"I don't like to talk about it," he said.
"Of course you don't," she said. "Your wife probably won't go near your cock. She would find it offensive for you to ask. And especially now, in these days of female liberation they want to go up, not down."
He laughed at the pun, but then caught himself. He knew he had a responsibility and a duty to perform and he must not get lost in the mire of her own sexual misadventures.
"Now as I was saying," he said, "what else do you do?"
"Oh, I would give you a nice body massage," she smiled. "I would let my fingers run all over your body. Of course you would be well oiled and I would be bareass naked. Then with my oily breasts I'd use them effectively."
"How would you use them?" the principal asked, frankly curious at this point.
"I'd brush them gently over your behind," she said. "And then I'd kiss your ass and lick it."
"You're quite a shocking woman," the principal said. "Quite shocking."
"But doesn't it sound delicious?" she giggled.
"I will admit, you are Satan in high heels."
"Now baby," she laughed, "that's no way to talk, is it?"
"No," he said, "I guess it isn't."
As he spoke with her he became more and more aware of what the score was, and it bothered him all the more.
"Sweetheart," he smiled, "there are a lot of things that people do. What do you think of ass sucking?"
"Well that hasn't been my specialty," she admitted, "but maybe in a rare circumstance where I care an awful lot for the guy I could."
"Tell me, what else you like to do," he said.
"Well I enjoy giving blow jobs," the teacher admitted, "and I see nothing wrong with it. Plus, I love having my pussy eaten."
She glanced down at his crotch and the principal's mouth watered.
"I'm sure that when you were a young man," she told him, "that you would have given your right arm up to here to eat the pussy of the prettiest girl in the class. Am I right?"
"Well you're not wrong, baby," he admitted. "You are telling the truth."
"That's what I thought," she said nervously.
As she looked at him she explained how she liked it.
"I like a man who gets his love right at my muff," she giggled, "and gets in there with his tongue."
"You're an interesting woman," he told her, "you really are. I want to ask you a couple more things. What do you think about sex with a student?"
"I don't find them appealing at all," she told him.
He shook his head and asked her repeatedly, "Are you telling me the truth?"
"Of course I am," she replied.'
"Well, Susan, I want to read you something."
He picked up a piece of paper and began reading.
"I want to report my teacher, Miss Hopkins. I regret I had sex with her. Too late I discovered she is sick on sex. She lured me to her apartment and carried on in a series of wild sexual activities. Sure I enjoyed getting a piece of ass, but I don't want to get a crazy woman on my back. It bugged me to think of how much she wanted. She went ape for me, and I did everything with her. But it's her fault. Because if she hadn't had gotten into the act, I wouldn't have done what I did."
She looked up at the principal.
"Who wrote that?" she said.
"I know for one thing the person is a liar. Now tell me, who wrote it?"
"That is for me to know and you to find out," he said. "Could quite a few students have written that?"
"Oh you've got to believe me," she covered herself quickly. "My sexual activity is confined to older people. I would never think of doing this."
Just then the principal opened the door and the student she had sex with the previous walked in.
"Oh God, what are you doing here?" she said, as horror struck her heart.
"You're not fit to be a teacher," the boy said.
"Did you have sex with her?" the principal asked the student.
"Yes, I did," the boy said.
"And did she do all of those perverted acts to you?" he continued.
"She did them all," he said quickly, "and I even had to put my tongue in her you-know-what."
"I know what," the principal nodded grimly. "That will be enough."
The boy went out.
"Are you going to believe him against me?" she demanded.
"Yes, I do. After our conversation, I believe every word he said and more. You were trying to put the make on me too."
"That is a vile lie," she gasped, as she got to her feet. "You worthless old fart and windbag, how dare you suggest that I would allow you to touch my body?"
"You've sealed your fate," the principal said angrily. "You are through, finished. Here is your resignation, sign it. I wish I could make you sign it in blood, but I won't. Go ahead, sign it."
Susan looked at him and once more her heart pounded rapidly.
"I won't," she insisted. "I'll fight you."
"You can't fight the truth," he said. "You are so confused and fouled up that you should go to a head shrinker and get help. Now sign that damned piece of paper and get the hell out of this school as fast as you can."
"Alright, dammit," she said, as she scrawled her resignation form.
Then mustering what little dignity she had left she looked at him.
"Maybe I'm fouled up and confused," she admitted, "but at least I'm not suppressed."
"Get out of here," the principal fumed, "and don't ever come back."
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm leaving the teaching profession."
"You are forced to leave it," he said, "and with good reason. There's another type of business where you belong."
"Yes," she said, "and that's what I'm going to be doing."
"That's what you have been doing all of your life," he said. "The school is the wrong place. Don't try to turn the school house into a whore house."
She walked out rapidly brushing a tear aside, as this was the end of one career and the beginning of another.