Myra Kaine - Lesson for teacher

"Valerie! This isn't your decision to make. Your judgment is prejudiced here. You've allowed yourself to become too involved with the students. Obviously you can't handle it. Look at you… how upset you are over a situation that you couldn't handle. You can't even handle your own emotions… quite obviously." he said sadly.

"But… but please… won't you listen…" Valerie fought for control and it eluded her, the tears flooding down her cheeks now and her breath coming in sobbing gasps. Crane came around the desk and put his arm comfortingly around her shoulder.

"Now you run along home, Valerie. I'll handle this. You're much too overwrought. Don't you worry, my dear. We'll find a way to handle the situation and we'll find you a nice class in town here at one of the other schools. Everything will be fine. You'll see. Of course it will take a little while but I promise you I'll get on it right away."

Valerie found herself propelled toward the door. He'd herded her almost there. Oh God. She'd ruined everything!! Everything she'd worked for everything she'd dreamed! Her own school would never be a reality now. No foundation would give her a grant unless she could prove her success in a functioning school.

"No…" Valerie tore herself from the superintendent's grasp and stood shaking and white lipped. A surge of strength shot up her back bone. "You mustn't close the school. I've worked so hard. You're not going to take it away from me. I don't need help. I don't need anything except your support to keep the program going. I have kids there now who need me… who need the school just as it is… despite what happened yesterday. Two students don't make a school. This has never happened before. It's the hippie element that's moved into the canyon. Don't you see. It wasn't my fault… you mustn't take the school away from me… you mustn't…

"That isn't for you to decide, Valerie… or for me… it's for the board. Now, you'd better go. I have a great deal of work still to do. I'll take care of the Crist child's parents. Good afternoon." he said icily as he ushered her out the door and closed it behind her.

Working feverishly almost around the clock, Valerie had driven herself for two days as though possessed by a demon. The specter of the school being closed haunted her and Taylor Crane took on the dimensions and attributes of a devil incarnate. When her brain had begun functioning again and her anger manageable, she'd realized that the only way to save the school was to prove to townspeople and board members that the school was a properly functioning, innovative and worthwhile place of education.

The school fair was an annual event that she and the children had devised to raise money for the extra books they wanted and extra equipment the district wouldn't provide. This year it had to serve a far more urgent purpose. It had to persuade the establishment and the system that a small one room schoolhouse was not only worth preserving but a better school than its town counter parts.

Valerie had explained it all to the children. Their response had been valiant and instantaneous. Everyone pitched in to get the fair ready in record time in order that the board members could see it before their next meeting when Valerie was sure Taylor Crane would try and persuade them to his point of view.

After two days of back breaking work that had lasted for Valerie and Mike and some of the interested parents far into the night, the fair was almost in readiness. Mike had been wonderful. She'd misjudged him that first day. Her own guilt had caused her to suspect him, she realized. Working like a trojan, he'd single-handedly built all the scaffolding for the booths and hung the hastily dyed banners. It was beginning to look like a real Renaissance fair despite the crude materials and improvisations. Since the children were studying the Renaissance, the fair's theme this year was a natural.

"Thank you… you've been wonderful!"

"Looks like we'll make it, Miss Fenton." One of the departing parents said.

"Good night. See you day after tomorrow."

"If that damned board doesn't appreciate this… there's going to be hell to pay."

The sounds of cars starting and doors slamming and laughing and talking of leave taking came to Valerie as she leaned wearily against the porch supports. They had been wonderful. Most of the kids parents were interested in the school and had rallied marvelously when they realized the real danger the school was in. No town school had that kind of support. It was only another evidence of the uniqueness of Rio Sur.

She was so tired she could hardly stand but there was the warm glow of satisfaction from the work that had been freely given when she asked for it. There was kindness and cooperation left in the world. After the humiliations and horror starting with Bobby and Jennifer, it was wonderful to feel some sense and stability. Her own transgression was dimming now and perhaps one day she could even forgive herself.

"Come on… I'll help you close up, Valerie." Mike turned from the departing cars as their lights turned into the highway and leaped up on the porch to fling an arm around Valerie's tired shoulders. He bent his head to her blonde one as he swung her into the deserted school room.

"You've been wonderful, Mike. I couldn't have made it without you. I'm so grateful."

"Thought you would be… I… ah…" Mike pulled her roughly into his arms inside the door, his hand hitting the light switch smoothly, mouth poised just above Valerie's so that his words were almost printed against her lips. He felt her stiffen rigidly and the surprise of his sudden attack suck her breath inward sharply. She was going to play little miss nice girl. They all did that at first. This one was going to be real fun to wrestle to the begging position. The way she watched him when she thought he wasn't looking had told him a lot more about Valerie Fenton than her brisk manner since he'd been at Rio Sur. Poor girl was starving for a good fuck. Anybody could see that.

Crane had made it clear he could just about do what he wanted. Mike had been surprised when Crane had called him in and offered to put him back on the payroll. That last superintendent had gotten pretty sticky when the parents of that Handley kid had complained about Mike's just feeling the kid up a little. The super had finally fired him and Mike had had to go back to driving a cab for a while… but the pay wasn't as good considering the hours and the access to available and easy pussy wasn't nearly as good. Crane never turned a hair though about his predecessors reasons for firing Mike that were clearly stated on his personnel records. Hired Mike on the spot and sent him to Rio Sur the next morning. Mike wasn't too sure what Crane was after but he sure wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Mike! Let me go!"

"Take it easy, baby," Mike muttered, his arms tightening and his hands finding Valerie's wrists to wrench behind her while his mouth came down hard and hot against her soft, suddenly fearfully quivering lips. Jesus! The soft contours of the willowy curved girl in the tight jeans and open shirt were mashed deliciously onto Mike's eager hardness and he held her fiercely.

Valerie twisted her wrists against the clenched vice of Mike's hand and tried to wrench her mouth away from the tongue that was probing inside her mouth in a small mock fucking fashion but his other hand held her head close to the skull by her long flaxen hair, forcing her mouth to accept his sudden brutal onslaught. No! It was too much! Just when she'd thought she'd misjudged him, he reverted to the lusting male animal behavior of Bobby and Bruce Landers and all the other men. They thought about only one thing and they also would resort to any devious means to achieve their objective. A low muffled moan escaped Valerie's fiercely held mouth as she struggled to get out of his grasp. There was no good in men, she thought wildly. Her mother and her aunts had been right. She had disbelieved them for so long but every year of her lonely existence only confirmed their experiences that they had tried to pass on to her.