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 Sarah had always been kind of a slacker.  She had dreamed of becoming an
author and had gotten her BA in English from a prestigious liberal arts
college, but after college she hadn't really pursued it.  She'd been
working on the same novel for years now but with little progress.  Life was
a constant distraction and over the years she had lost a lot of motivation.
She had taken a job as a substitute teacher at a private elementary school
in downtown Manhattan, but after work she'd usually just meet up with her
friends and go to a bar, barely finding time to write.  She had fallen into
a stagnant routine which she could not figure out how to get herself out
of. She hated her life and hated her job; she had gone to college thinking
she would go on to accomplish great things but instead she found herself
teaching young children, a job which felt way below what she was capable
of. However, rather than doing anything about it, Sarah's frustration
motivated her only to drink more, trapping her deeper within her lifestyle.
One monday, Sarah was called into work.  Ms.  Christiansen, the 3rd grade
teacher had killed herself and the school had not yet found a replacement.
The principal asked Sarah to cover for her during the interim.  Sarah was
exhausted and hungover, but needed the money, so she resentfully and
unenthusiastically got dressed and got on the subway to Manhattan.  Her
Dunkin Donuts coffee did little to alleviate her drowsiness and in fact
only exacerbated her nausea.  Still, despite her mood, Sarah did her best
to take on an heir of professionalism.  `Come one, Sarah', she thought to
herself, `You can do this.  None of the kids are going to know you're
hungover, they're too young to even know what that looks like.  All you
have to do is go there and sit until 3pm and then you can go home and nap
or go out drinking again' When Sarah stepped into the classroom, however,
the behavior of her students undid all the positive affirmations she had
done on the way there.  The kids were loud and obnoxious, all speaking over
her and throwing paper airplanes at each other.  The third graders at this
school always liked to give substitute teachers a hard time.  Sarah was not
having it though.  After the yelling 7 year olds worsened her headache, she
snapped at them loudly and aggressively enough to make every student in her
class sit silently in their seats.  `Jesus, I need a fucking cigarette'
Sarah thought to herself.  She stood up and began writing math equations on
the chalkboard.  "I'm going to go to the restroom for a minute.  You should
have these equations solved by the time I get back." With that, Sarah left
the classroom and ran down the hall to the teacher lounge.  She opened the
window, sat down and lit up a Marlboro.  Each exhale of smoke was a sigh of
relief.  `Finally, some peace and quiet away from those kids'.  When she
finished her cigarette, she sat there relaxing for a moment, enjoying the
serenity until her work ethic kicked back in and she felt obliged to return
to her students.  Walking back through the hallway, she began to feel more
and more anxious about having left her class unattended for that time. 
When she got back, everything seemed normal.  The students all sat at their
desks, scribbling away on their loose leaf papers, struggling to do basic
arithmetic.  Sarah was relieved.  One student, a shy blonde girl sitting in
the back of the classroom caught her eye.  She was the only one in the room
not writing anything and instead just staring out the window.  `Oh, she's
probably struggling.  I should go help her.' Sarah thought to herself.  She
walked towards the girl's desk, but when she got closer, she noticed the
girl had something on her face.  Some sort of clear-off-white liquid
covered the girl's face.  `It looks like -- no it couldn't be...' "What's
that on your face?" she asked the girl "I don't know" "Well how did it get
there?" "I don't know" Sarah reached to wipe off the little girls face. 
She knew immediately that it was man's cum.  She felt it between her
fingers to make sure.  `How the fuck is there cum on this little girl's
face?!  What the fuck.  Who would cum on this little girls face?  Oh my
god. I'm gonna lose my job.  Oh my god FUCK' "What happened to her?" Sarah
yelled at a boy sitting at his desk doing math problems next to them.  "I
don't know" he said, imitating the little girl in an insulting voice. 
Sarah turned to another student.  "Do you know what happened to her?!" She
screamed, grabbing another student by the jacket.  "I don't know" he said
in an even sillier voice.  The whole class began chanting "I don't know I
don't know" and pounding on their desks.  "Shut up!" Sarah growled in a
monstrous voice.  This quieted the students down, but they still passed
notes and whispered to one another.  Sarah looked at the cum-faced girl who
had started crying.  Sarah teared up looking at her and started hugging and
trying to comfort the girl.  She carried her into the girl's bathroom,
petting her hair, telling her that everything was going to be okay.  Sarah
took some paper towels and wet them in the sink then attempted to wipe the
cum off the girl's face, which irritated her skin and made her cry even
more.  "It's okay, it's okay" Sarah kept repeating.  When the child's face
was clean, Sarah hugged her once again, both of them crying.  Sarah had
gotten cum on her face too when she was a kid.  "Look" Sarah said, looking
at the girl who was crying and hyperventilating.  "Nothing happened okay?"
The girl started crying even harder and started shaking back and forth
while shaking her head.  Sarah grabbed the girl, this time much more
violently.  "Nothing happened.  Okay?" The girl trembled and her crying
died down.  She looked Sarah in the eyes, frightened, holding back tears.
"Okay"