Chapter 8
Robin sailed through the school day on the wings of love, enchanted with her new status as a woman loved and spoken for. Last night, after the first traumatic coitus, she and Bob had fucked twice more and she had come to experience the most rapturous and glorious orgasms she had ever known. He had brought her home at two in the morning, had proposed marriage, and she had tentatively accepted. Bob promised to call her at nine Saturday morning. If he could rearrange some binding business and social commitments he had made, they planned to spend the weekend at their honeymoon cabin in the woods. She had faced up cheerfully to Bud and Skinny in class, and had even been kind to the little mischief-maker, Millie. After all, she was through with childish sex-or sex with children. She was a mature woman, in love and fully initiated into the rites and delights of sex with a man she loved. She had carefully avoided any oral contact with Bob's magnificent cock last night, but her mouth watered at the prospect of making love to his genitals at some future time. She had dismissed the trouble Millie's note had caused her. This afternoon, she would go to Shure's office and if she found he had been unable to straighten it out she would resign immediately. A marriage career appealed to her now. Shure could take his teaching stuff and stuff it!
At noon she had looked for Alice in the cafeteria, but had found her in earnest conversation with another teacher. After her last class, Robin sauntered down the hall to Shure's office door. She saw Alice hurrying toward her, but Shure called to her from the door of his inner office. Robin waved a hand to Alice, shrugged, and followed Shure into his private office.
"Well, Robin, looks like you had a good night's sleep. I gave my secretary the afternoon off, so we won't be disturbed."
Robin's eyes narrowed. What did he have in mind? Sex in the afternoon? "How long will this take, Mister Shure?"
He shrugged. "A few minutes, maybe half an hour at the most. The girl who wrote that note about you will be here shortly. I want you to be present... " Robin blushed. "I don't think I want to get involved. I think I'd better resign and clear out."
"That could cause problems - serious problems for you, Robin. For example you could find yourself charged before the Board of Education, as well as the criminal courts with... " He studied her pale face and the queasiness in her eyes for several moments. "I do want you present, but not here in the same room. The girl won't see you, and you won't see her, but I want you to listen. Trust me, Robin," he said, his sharp features seeming to soften. "I'm quite sure I can work this out so nobody gets hurt."
"How can I be here and not be here... " He laughed. "I have a private washroom. Come take a look." He opened a door in the corner of the room in back of his desk. "Of course," he said with a chuckle, "I can't offer you a seat other than the one that's in here. Take your shoes off so you can't scrape your feet on the floor, and don't make a sound, please! And leave the door open. No one can see you unless I permit it. Better make yourself comfortable. She's due right now." Robin put the lid down and seated herself.
In a minute or so, Robin heard voices in the outer office, then the soft, patronizing voice of Shure.
"Come in, young lady. Have a seat. No. Not that one. Here to the right of my desk. Well now, I read your note, Millie .
"What note?"
"Let's not play games, Millie. Your note about all those terrible things our young Miss Cane is supposed to have done with two boys in her back yard." After a long silence, Shure said, "I recognized your handwriting, Millie. Did you really see Miss Cane do these things?"
"She's a bitch! And my dad always says you gotta put a stop to such filthy... "
"And Skinny Wills was one of the boys."
"Yes! "
"You've been going steady with Skinny for, let's see... it says on these notes I have about you, Millie, that for the past year... "
"You have notes about me? What do they say? I mean... who... " Shure laughed. "I have my informants too, Millie. For instance, a week ago, you were seen fucking Skinny Wills and a friend of his...
"It's a lie... I never... "
"Now, now, Millie, if I cared to - if you'd really like to meet the person who furnished me this information, I'd be glad to arrange it."
"It musta been Billy Baxter. He wanted me to... go down on him... "
"I have a list of quite a few boys you used to go down on a year ago. Then Skinny came along with rubbers he steals from the drug store. You've been fucking him ever since. You also like to have boys fuck you up the ass, Millie."
"I... I... I... "
"Millie! Does Skinny know you wrote this note?"
"Gees! You won't tell him, Mister Shure? He'd never speak to me again."
"I might not, Millie. You and I might make a deal. I'm sure your father would have some ideas as to what should be done to a twelve-year-old "Thirteen, Mister Shure." After a momentary pause, she cried, "Jesus! You're not gonna tell him, are you, Mister Shure?"
"We'll see. Millie, you know what happens to young girls who fuck and suck, and take it up the ass, if the police find out?"
The sound of noisy snuffling filled the room. "Please, Mister Shure, they'll send me away to the Home. I'll do anything for you if you won't tell."
"Millie, you're not the only girl in school who does these things. I know everything that goes on around here. I don't believe little girls should be sent to reform schools. Some girls have a sex drive they can't control. And I'm not one to try to control it for them. I'll make a deal with you. We like Miss Cane. We think she's an excellent teacher. We want to keep her with us. If she really did these things you accuse her of, I'll talk to her. We'll give her another chance. Just as we're giving you another chance. If you promise me not to tell anyone about what you saw in Miss Cane's backyard, I won't tell your father or the police about you. Do you understand? If I learn you have told... "
"I promise, honest, Mister Shure. Honest."
"Okay, Millie. Not a word from you or from me about anyone. Shake hands on that. Run along now. Try playing with boy dolls for a change. Good-bye!"
Shure stood in the doorway, grinning down at Robin. "You can come out now. She's gone. I'm sure she'll keep her mouth shut." Robin stood up, and followed him into his office. Shure sat at his desk.
"I don't know how to thank you, Mister Shure," Robin said. Shure looked up at her and smiled.
"Oh, you'll think of some way. Oh yes, I meant to tell you. I talked to the two boys involved at noon today. Neither would admit a thing. Both swore never to mention the incident to anyone. You can trust them to keep their mouths shut." He looked up at Robin with a sly, knowing smile. "They're both in love with you."
Robin blushed a flaming red. "You handled this like Solomon, Mister Shure. Thanks so much." She turned to go.
"Oh, Robin! I'll have to write this up in a confidential report. I'll need your help, but I have to go downtown to the Board of Education this afternoon. Could you drop by my house for half an hour this evening?"
"A written report? But I thought you said . .
"I have to have something in the files. Suppose something should happen to me a month or two from now, and this matter came up again. We must write up the incident without, of course, giving these kinds of details. Then, you could say that I had thoroughly investigated the whole matter, had found the charges false, and had written a memorandum to that effect. Do you understand? And I can't do this by myself. I'll have to have your advice and suggestions."
"Oh, I see. Yes, that makes sense. Where do you live, Mister Shure."
He took a card from his desk drawer, and handed it to her. "Would eight o'clock be convenient for you?"
Robin took the card, glanced at the address, and put the card in her purse. "I know where it is. I'll be there at eight. Thanks again."
Robin turned at the door. "That poor Millie. I feel so sorry for her. She's certainly a crazy, mixed-up kid."
Shure looked up and nodded his head. "Aren't we all, Miss Cane?"