Chapter 10
Summer was almost there, and the redheaded principal was no longer with Grover Howard High. A new principal had been appointed, a woman, a black woman.
Patty was now sitting in the principal's office, smiling to herself, waiting for the principal to come in. She was dressed in a blue nylon dress, sky-blue, and she had pantyhose to match, as well as shoes.
Ever since Daniels had gone, Patty had been balling with almost every male student in her classrooms, as well as one or two who weren't in her classes. The weekends she saved for Dell Parcell, and she had to admit it was a novelty to have only one penis working on her instead of three, four, or even five.
Patty used her body as a reward for her male students, and it was amazing how many of her pupils, indolently dumb before, were suddenly becoming the most literate students in all of Newark. True, none of the other teachers knew what methods she was using, but they had to admit she was getting results.
It was rumored Patty was indeed going to be made head of the English department at Grover Howard, and this would keep her from moving on to better schools. Not that she particularly cared any longer. Patty was not the least bit afraid of anyone in the neighborhood where the school was located. Her students were among the toughest kids in the area, and it was well-known, if anyone tried laying their hands on Miss Brown, they had more than two-hundred boys to reckon with.
Yes, Patty had come a long way in one year, much farther than many teachers who had come to the school five and even ten years before her.
The door opened, and Myra Eastman, the female principal walked in. She was wearing a green paisely print dress, and she smiled, shutting the door.
"I wish to congratulate you on the results you've been getting with your students," Myra said to her.
"I see the sex method still works wonders."
"How do you know what method I'm using?" Patty asked.
"Are you kidding!" Myra replied. "I was using that method twenty years ago. How do you think I got to be a principal?"
"It still works," Patty smiled knowingly.
"Now we have to talk about getting you to the rank of assistant principal," Myra said to her, standing near her.
"Fine," Patty said, kiddingly. "Who do I have to fuck, now?"
"Me," Myra told her, putting a hand on her breast.
Here we go again, Patty thought. Another new experience to be learned.