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TORTURED TEACHER Chapter 5
by Joy Paine
Index words: horny principal p#
NOTE: with one exception, the characters in this story have no
resemblance to any person living
or dead. The exception is that I like to picture myself in the story,
from time to time.
And two other things were bothering Susie.
One, Jim was spending more and more time at work these days, staying at
the office far into the
evening,and often making out-of-town trips that took him away for days at
a time. She knew that
it was a sign that Jim's business was becoming more successful. He was
even talking about
hiring an assistant -- he said that he now had enough money to pay one,
and almost enough
work to keep him busy. But he was reluctant, he told Susie, to take an
associate until he got rid
of that "almost". It would be bad for morale, he said, to hire someone
that he couldn't keep busy
full time.
And Susie couldn't argue with his logic, even though their sex life was
dwindling to almost
nothing. Even on the nights that he was at home, he was usually too tired
to be much of a lover.
Susie worried that Jim's declining attention to her might possibly have
arisen from the fact that
she had always been straitlaced in her bedroom habits. Jim had tried --
had tried very earnestly -
- to get her to experiment with a few variations, but her Puritanical
upbringing was too strong.
Anything but the missionary position was just sinful, she was sure. She
even felt uncomfortable
when he saw her naked -- she hid in the closet while she undressed, and
wore that heavy
nightgown even while they were making love.
She understood, of course, that accepting his "normal" sexual advances
was a part of her wifely
duties, but she felt awfully uncomfortable about it.
And Jim was very nice about it. She knew that he would prefer for her to
be a bit wanton, but he
never complained when she failed to respond to his invitations to
adventure. But she couldn't
help wondering if her unyielding observance of the "niceties", as she
called them, was as much a
factor in the cooling of his ardor as the job was.
In fairness to Jim, she almost wished that he would have an affair with
some other woman, and
get some of the pent-up frustration out of his system. But she knew that
Jim was too faithful to do
anything like that.
p#
The other thorn in Susie's side was the school Principal. She couldn't
blame him, she supposed,
for being attracted to a sweet young girl like Susie, but somehow his
leering propositions gave
the impression that he was making them simply because she was there --
that he would have
been
equally aggressive toward any reasonably attractive woman that happened
by.
She knew that her repeated refusals were making him all the more eager,
but what could she do,
for Pete's sake? And there was nothing subtle about his approach. Right
out in the open. "How
about coming over to spend the night at my place, now that Hubby is going
out of town for the
weekend?"
he would ask. Somehow, he always seemed to know when Jim was going away.
And it always
seemed that he wanted her to work extra hours on those Fridays when Jim
was going to be out
of town. And there was no "seem" at all about his propositions (in fact,
she thought, they were
most unseemly) -- she could count on them, regular as clockwork.
And lately, it seemed that she was having to spend more and more time
with the Principal.
Mostly talking about Angie, and the other kids who seemed to regard Angie
as a ringleader.
Susie was at a complete loss with Angie -- and Angie knew it, of course.
Kids can sense those
things, as surely as a dog can smell fear. Susie didn't dare to discuss
the problem with Sheila.
She knew that Jim would resent anything she did that might cause ill
feelings in the community.
And she knew that Sheila would hardly accept kindly any suggestion that
her daughter was an ill-mannered, immoral, trouble-making bitch -- which
is really what the truth
boiled down to.
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