C. Ralston: Turning on her teachers

Outside the telephone booth-size bathroom, Ginger heard the others gathering up their bags and suitcases. She checked her make-up and smoothed her flak and looked for traces of Tony's cum on her face. Satisfied that she looked like the prim, proper little church choir singing virgin who had gotten on the bus a few days ago, Ginger opened the door to face the world – and walked right into Theodore Downing's scowling glare.

"You shameless hussy!" he growled. "I saw you! I saw you making a lurid, degrading spectacle out of your depravity in the back of the bus! You thought I couldn't see around your debauched friends, but I stood up for a while as we were coming down the mountain… and I saw!"

Ginger's face turned scarlet and she started to speak, but Downing was already turning to leave.

"You wait, bitch!" he fired back down the narrow aisle at the embarrassed teenager. "You and that Caldwell slut will get God's justice, tomorrow… in the superintendent's office!"

Ginger waited until Downing had disappeared into the crowd of kids and parents before she got off the bus. She greeted her dad with a warm smile and helped him load her junk into the family station wagon, her thoughts on tomorrow.

It was all over for her, Ginger was sure of that. She and Nancy would be the gossip topics in town for months, maybe years, the way the old biddies in this town loved to re-hash old news.

Sighing, Ginger looked bleakly out the window at the bright spring day. She racked her brain for a way out of this mess, but there didn't seem to be any. It looked as if she were in for a long, sleepless night, followed by a day that would probably make her worst nightmares seem like a child's fairytales.

By the time Miss Collins, Ginger's first period gym instructor, singed the lanky brunette out and took her aside and explained that she wouldn't have to dress for gym that day, Ginger was already past despair. She made no emotional outburst when Miss Collins told her to go to the office instead, she simply nodded and walked over to the administration building.

Nancy Caldwell met her on the steps. Looking radiant and sexy as usual, Nancy's sad, reddened eyes were the only clue that all was not normal.

"Come on, Ginger, darling," Nancy smiled bravely and put her arm around the girl's shoulders. "Downing has kept it all hush-hush around here – the bastard filed his complaint with the Superintendent of Schools himself. We're to be in his office, to face the music – and Downing – in twenty minutes. We might as well ride over together in my car, honey."

Ginger nodded and put her arm around Nancy's slender waist. There didn't seem to be much use in acting like she didn't know Nancy, since the whole town would probably hear just, how well they had known each other in less than twenty-four hours!

The ride to the county courthouse, where the Superintendent of Schools' office was, passed in total silence. Each of the ruined girls was thinking about what she would do with her shattered life after the news leaked out. The marble steps and the tall pillars of the courthouse loomed up before the pair almost before they knew it, and they went inside, feeling very small and very helpless.

Downing was waiting in the superintendent's outer office. The science instructor looked elegantly imposing, dressed as he was in his best pin-striped suit, with his graying hair combed back just so and his shoes shined to a glossy black.

A stern-faced secretary came out of the larger office and motioned for Downing to follow her back inside. As the door closed and the secretary went back out into the front office, leaving Downing alone with the super and Ginger and Nancy alone in the outer office, Ginger noticed that the letters on the door giving the superintendent's name had been scraped off recently.

Then she remembered. The old superintendent had retired abruptly, due to ill health, and a new, younger man had been brought in from upstate to take the job. A wave of hope surged through the condemned girl. Maybe a younger man wouldn't be quite so prudish, quite so damning!

The door opened and Downing strutted out, a cruel, confident smile playing across his face. He motioned to Ginger to enter the huge executive office, as he went and sat down opposite Nancy in the outer room.

"He'll sentence the young harlot first," Downing whispered as Ginger passed him. "Then bang the slut!"

Ginger's knees shook as she shut the door behind her. The quaking teenager turned and looked across the large room to the massive walnut desk and the occupant of its tall backed, brown leather chair… and broke into the biggest smile she had ever smiled.

"Matt!" the relieved teenager squealed with joy.

"Ginger… is that you?" Matt Donnely said with equal surprise and delight. "YOU'RE the horrible little lesbian who's the biggest single danger to our young female population since rock music!"

Matt threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Now, come here, little lady, and tell me what all this bullshit is about."

In the outer office, Downing frowned slightly when he heard the deep male laughter coming from the superintendent. "He's probably amused by whatever fantastic story your queer little friend is trying to lie her way out of this with," he smirked to Nancy.

Five minutes later, when the door opened again, Downing got one of the truly big shocks of his life when Matt and Ginger came out of the office arm in arm, smiling and talking as if they were the oldest of friends. Matt waved Nancy and the biology teacher into his office and led Ginger back inside.

"Please, all of you, have a seat," Matt smiled. "We seem to have some differences here in the two versions of the story I've heard this morning. Indeed, it's almost as if I were hearing two entirely different events."

Downing fidgeted in his seat. His suit suddenly looked as if it didn't fit well, the collar having grown too tight. The biology teacher tugged at it uncomfortably.

"Two stories, why… I don't know what you're inferring, Mr. Donnely. Surely, you don't mean to take the word of these two… sluts over mine!" Downing hugged.

"Well, I just might, if Miss Caldwell will confirm what Miss Foley just told me," Matt glowered at the biology teacher. "Now, Miss Caldwell, did Mr. Downing hit you at the ski lodge on the night of…"

An hour later, Downing left the office, a shaken, destroyed man. He had been demoted from department chairman and transferred to a high school on the bad side of town, one with a heavy minority population and a reputation for putting stem, moralizing Anglo teachers like Downing in the hospital or into early retirement.

Nancy Caldwell sat in utter amazement. She had just been promoted into Downing's recently vacated position as head of the science department – with a raise in pay.

"I think it's time to introduce you two on a more informal basis," Ginger laughed, standing up and walking to the office door. She locked the dead bolt and turned, unbuttoning her blouse in the process.

"G… Ginger! What are you doing!" Nancy gasped. "Are you trying to get us kicked out after saving our asses?"

Ginger giggled and pulled off her blouse and bra, her firm, cherry-tipped nipples bobbling into view as she threw the garment on the couch. The teenager undid her skirt and stepped out of it and her shucked off panties, kicking off her shoes as she came near the flabbergasted Nancy.

"Now for you, Nance!" the amused teen laughed, leaning her naked body over Nancy's chair from behind and unbuttoning the first few buttons on the teacher's bulging bodice.

"Oh, Ginger, how could you do this to us!" Nancy protested with a mortified sigh.

The buttons popped open, despite Nancy's efforts to get away from the girl's grasping fingers, and the teacher's lush breasts sprang out of the blouse. Matt's eyes bulged out as he eyed the hefty mounds in their thin nylon enclosure.