Hard school

Hard School

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Hard School

Heather was a young teacher in her late twenties. She was a short young woman

with long blond hair. She had been a housewife before this year. Her husband

was laid off from work and she had to get a job to support them. When she

started many of the other teachers said the she looked younger than some of the

students. Indeed many of the high school's students were bigger than her. She

didn't take the job seriously at first, thinking that her husband would be

working again in a few months. However, he could not get another job, and the

family had become very dependent on her income. She was hopelessly behind in

her duties and her classroom was out of control. She didn't even know where to

begin. She dreaded going into work each day.

It was time to start her first class. Heather was frazzled. She could tell

that she barely had things together in the classroom. Several of the children

were out of their seats talking. She asked them to sit down but they did not

seem to pay her any attention. Not one was the slightest bit interested in the

work she planned for the class that day. She kept glancing at the door to see

if anyone was looking in. The school principal had been keeping a close eye on

her after it became apparent that she could not control her class. He came in

several times to observer her lessons and criticized her for not being able to

control her class better. None of the children were doing any work at all. He

said that if she did not improve that she would lose her job.

She didn't know what to do. None of the other teachers had any problems with

their students. If Heather sent one to the office, they were sent by and she

was told that if she had better control of her class then she wouldn't have

problems. She tried rewarding good behavior and punishing bad. But she could

not do anything to improve her situation. As a matter of fact things were

getting worse. The students could see they were getting to her, and many had

heard that if things did not improve she would be fired. They showed her no

regard at all. She got more and more upset. She was scared that she would not

be able to find another job if she was released from this one without a

recommendation. Her husband had been out of work for almost a year and they had

a child before he was laid off. She needed the job more than anything. She

couldn't let these disrespectful teenagers cause her to lose it. The thought of

it made her angry. She had always been a nice, quiet teacher up until this

point. The students showed her no regard at all. She would have to make a

stand. She reached over and cut out the lights.

"Shut up!" she screamed. "You will all sit down and do your work right now!"

"I have tried being nice." World History does not have to be this hard." "Your

the ones who are making to difficult." "Now, I expect your respect, If I plan a

lesson, I want it done."

The class was silent. They were all looking up at her. Many sat down in their

desks and began to do the worksheet in front of them. Some were giggling a

little and rolling their eyes at each other, but for the first time in five

months she felt like she was in control. Most responded to her and were

working. She felt that if she addressed the others more personally, then she

would be able to finally get everyone under control. She calmed down and got a

stern look in her eye. She marched right up to one of the few students who were

still standing. "Donnie Walker, maybe you didn't hear me. You will sit down in

your seat right now and get started on your work or I will walk you into the

office myself."

"You already have Mrs. Wiseman, three times. They said that you needed to learn

how to manage me and sent me right back. Do you really want to send me again?"

he smiled. Heather hadn't realized how tall he was before now and looking up at

him she wondered what to do. She decided that if she had made the threat she

must follow through with it, otherwise they wouldn't take her seriously and she

would lose whatever she just gained. The rest of the class was looking up at

her to see what her reaction would be. Many were already starting to giggle

again.

"Mr. Walker, I don't care what they said before. I will take you again. I will

not allow you back into this room either until your father comes to speak with

me. Now come along." He just looked down at her and smiled. She felt a

spitball hit her from behind. "Who threw that?" She yelled, spinning around

quickly. Turning her back on Donnie. She glared at the class for a second

before she felt Donnie's thumbs slip into the elastic of her pants. Before she

knew what was happening, her pants and panties where jerked down to her ankles.

Heather screamed in terror, bringing her hands down to cover her crotch. Donnie

grabbed her ankles and pulled them out from under her. Unable to bring her

hands up in time to catch herself, she went face first into the floor. A bit

dazed, she realized that she was still naked from the waist down. She shifted

to cover herself but to no avail. Students leaped out of their seats and began

to grab her arms and legs. Pinning her down with her legs spread wide open;

exposing to all of her students something she had only ever shared with her

husband. She felt hands all over her body, pulling her shirt open, grabbing at

her breasts. Squeezing them hard. Heather was still screaming as they tied her

hands behind her back with a piece of her shirt. They blindfolded her with

another piece. She had no way of covering herself and was humiliated. No one

had ever seen her naked but her husband. Now she stood naked, in front of all

of her students, completely helpless. Heather was sobbing hysterically. They

helped her to her feet and let her go. She could not cover herself because of

her binding and could not see because of the blindfold. She didn't know what to

do. She began to run all around the room, trying to free herself. Hands

grabbed at her breasts and slapped her bottom painfully. She squeezed her legs

together, trying to keep poking fingers from slipping inside of her. She

thought of the girls in her class who were standing by, watching her mistreated

like this, not doing anything. No one was trying to stop them. "Please God,

don't let them rape me," she sobbed.

She blindly crawled and ran about the room until someone pushed her hard through

the doorway. She was out in the hall. She could hear them laughing still. She

screamed for help. She heard doors of other classes open and heard other

students out in the hall. More hands. No way to even tell who they were. More

laughing, more poking. How could she ever face anyone in this school, or even

this town again? She heard teachers. An adult voice grabbed her and pulled her

away from the children. She felt herself being lead down the hall. She was in

shock from the whole situation, trembling all over. They didn't untie her or

take off the blindfold until she was in the principal's office. She would later

wonder just how many people she had been paraded in front of. She was shaking

as they sat her down and began to untie her. When the blindfold came off she

met the disapproving faces of the head teacher and the assistant principal.

"What the hell happened Mrs. Wiseman? I have never seen anything like this

before," said Chuck Gooding the assistant principal. You will have to talk to

Mr. Allen right away. She was lead, still naked into the principal office.

Mr. Allen was sitting behind his desk. He had already been told what happened

by the assistant principal. "Mrs. Wiseman, I have never see such a thing as

this. What the hell where you doing naked in front of the whole school?"

My class overtook me; I've been having trouble all year. I've begged you to do

something. Even when I send my students here they are sent right back to me.

How can I make them behave? Look what happened. How can I face them? Heather

sobbed, modestly trying to cover her body from Mr. Allen.

Mrs. Wiseman, You have shown today that you cannot manage a classroom. I have

never seen such incompetence. You are lucky to still have a job. If anything

like this ever happens again you will not. I have never seen a teacher lose

control to this point. I have been looking into options to help you because of

you previous trouble. I was going to suggest this but now I'm requiring it.

You will enroll in a classroom management class out at the University three

nights a week. You will also have your lesson plans and grade book on my desk

by the end of the week for inspection. I want to see if anything you are doing

is up to par. Heather's heart sank. Her grade book and lesson plans were way

behind. She had trouble managing her family and classroom.

"But what about the students that assaulted me." "MY whole class has humiliated

me." I am naked. . ."

"That is your own fault for losing control. I have never seen a classroom like

yours. What do you want me to do? Suspend an entire class?"

"They touched me. I couldn't stop them. Please, you have to do something."

"I'm afraid that it's you Mrs. Wiseman, that has to do something. If your

situation does not improve you will be out of a job."

He offered Heather his coat to cover herself. She wondered why he hadn't done

it before talking with her. She was sent home the rest of the day with a

warning that her paycheck would be docked to pay for a substitute teacher for

the afternoon.

Heather arrived home, glad that the house was empty. Humiliated, she sat down

on her couch and began to cry. She had never felt so helpless and out of

control. And she was filled with terror that she would have to face the same

class tomorrow.

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Heather slept little that night. She was too embarrassed to share with her

husband what had happened. She held it all inside, waiting for a new day. She

feared going back, but needed her job. She kept telling herself that she was a

professional and she would deal with the situation in a professional manner.

The few times she drifted off to sleep she was haunted by nightmares about being

tied up, naked and helpless. She woke quickly. She got an early start that

morning. She dressed herself very modestly in a long dress, hoping to avoid

attention. She arrived at school early that day so that she would not have to

face anyone else. She went straight to her classroom and waited.

Her first class came in at about 7:30. Several of the boys whistled and made

catcalls at her. Some of the students even made ruder comments. Heather was

afraid to address them at all, not wanting to lose control again. She began her

lesson, but it was obvious that no one was going to listen to her. The students

had no regard at all for her now. To make things worse ten minutes after the

lesson started Mr. Allen walked in. He sat down at the back of the room and

began making notes on her performance. It was obvious that she had lost control

of her classroom and she was sure he was noting that. He stayed for the rest of

the day, watching her fail again and again. Her voice was trembling and her

hands shook. She knew that she was doing worse now than ever, but she didn't

know what else to do, so she kept trying. At the end of the day Mr. Allen came

up to her.

"That was the most horrible display of teaching I have ever seen Mrs. Wiseman.

You will start going to your classroom management classes next week. In the

meantime, I would really like to review your grades and plans so that I can

offer you suggestions on what to do. Please don't forget to have your lesson

plan and grade book on my desk by the end of the day tomorrow."

Heather's heart sank. With everything else yesterday and today she had

forgotten. She was hopelessly behind with both book and it would take her the

rest of the afternoon to get something ready to show him. She quickly saw Mr.

Allen out and rushed back to her desk to begin. To her dismay her grade book

was gone. She began to frantically search for it, pulling out papers and files.

Throwing aside documents on her desk. She didn't notice her classroom door open

again.

"Is this what you are looking for Mrs. Wiseman?" She looked up to see Donnie,

her main tormenter from yesterday standing in front of her, holding her grade

book in his hands. "Give that to me right now!" she screamed. "I was looking

though this and I noticed that you have not written down any grades since

midterm."

"Donnie," she said, "I really need that back." "You don't need to cause any

more trouble."

"I really think that I should show this to the office. You should be keeping

better records. I heard Mr. Allen ask you to turn it in tomorrow. Maybe we

need to go over and show him now."

Heather's bottom lip began to tremble. "Please Donnie, I've got the tests from

your class in the file cabinet. I just need to transfer the scores into the

grade book. It's probably going to take all night. Give it back so that I can

get started."

"If you want the book, you're going to have to earn it," he said. "I'll give it

back to you, but we'll have some fun first." He then told her to meet him in an

abandon farmhouse two blocks away from the school. She was to walk from the

school to the farmhouse. She must not take her car. If she didn't come or she

drove her car then the book would be burned and she would not have anything to

show Mr. Allen. Donnie walked out of the room laughing. Heather put her head

on her desk and began to cry.

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Heather left the school right at three, as soon as the teachers were allowed to.

She began to walk down the street on foot. How could I have let this happen?

What are they going to do to me? Is my job really worth this? Then she thought

about how much trouble her husband was having finding work and how if she lost

her job she would not be able to provide for her beloved child. She also

thought about how horrible and sickening it had been being blindfolded and tied

up, naked in front of the whole school. And how much worse this would be.

As she arrived at the barn she saw that there were at least ten cars parked in

front of it. She recognized them as being student cars. She walked up into the

barn and saw it was dark inside. "Come in and close the door behind you!" a

voice boomed. She did as she was told. It was completely dark. A bright

spotlight came on, blinding her. She could see people sitting behind it but she

could only make out silhouette. There were at least fifteen people. Some boy

and some girls. "Take off your clothes!" the voice boomed again. Heather's

hands began to tremble, a tear slide down her cheek. "No please!" she said. In

the darkness she saw a lighter ignite and she could see Donnie, holding her

grade book very close to the flame. She reached up and began to unbutton her

shirt. All of a sudden cameras began to flash from behind the spotlight. "No

pictures" she pleaded. "Shut up Bitch!" Donnie's voice boomed. She pulled her

shirt off, exposing a silky white bra underneath. "Keep going!" She untied the

waistband of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stood before the

crowd, in her bra and matching panties. Placing her hands over her most private

areas. Trying to maintain some privacy from the group. Cameras continued to

flash despite her earlier plea. "Now, slowly remove your bra." She unfastened

it, letting her two white supple breast fall out. She was humiliated. "Now

your panties!" She hooked her two fingers into her elastic waistband and pulled

them down. Heather had always been very attractive. Her body was tiny, but

very well shaped. Her skin was white and soft. The hair between her legs was

as blond as the hair on her head. Tiny goose pimples covered her body. She was

cold and her tiny nipples hardened. "Crawl over here!" Heather got down on her

hands and knees and crawled into the light. The floor was dirty and the whole

place smelled. As she got closer she could make out some of the others. They

were all in her class. Donnie was sitting in a chair. His pants were down

around his knees and his penis was sticking straight in the air. Its size was

quite impressive. "Suck this Bitch!" he yelled. Heather paused. She had never

done anything like that before. The idea was revolting. Her husband had begged

her to before but she had refused. She couldn't even imagine. Now she was

going to kneel and do for this teenage boy what she had refused to do even for

her husband. Donnie saw her look of disgust and motioned toward her grade book

on the floor. "As soon as you make me cum, you can go. You have a lot of work

to do tonight." Heather crawled up close to him rubbing his legs. His dick was

so hard it was turning purple. She could get it over with quickly she thought.

She rubbed her hands up and down his legs to tease him. She got really close so

her breasts pressed into his legs. Cameras flashed more. At least five of the

others watching had brought cameras with them. One guy was taping her with a

video recorder also. She worried about when these pictures might come up again.

There was nothing she could do about it though. She ran her hands up his legs

and grasp his cock firmly. She rolled her tongue over the head of it. She

thought if she got him really excited he would cum quickly and she could go

home. She slowly put the tip in her mouth and sucked. I little drop of semen

trickled out. She moved her lips up and down harder and faster. Moaning a

little. She tickled his testicals with her long fingernails. She moved her

tongue and her lips, sucking and licking until finally a hot jet of semen shot

down her throat. She swallowed hard, not wanting to displease him. She looked

up at him, hoping to be dismissed. Someone from behind place a cloth bag over

her head. She tried to pull it off but her hands were grabbed. She was forced

to the floor and her legs were spread apart. Hand held her down while others

explored her body. This time it was even more intament. Fingers entered her

vagina and brushed over her clit. She had no way of knowing where they would

touch her next. A penis entered her mouth and a few seconds later one entered

her cunt. Despite everything else she had been through, this was her first time

being raped. She felt like her last bit of dignity was being stripped from her.

She choked on a jet of sperm in her mouth and the penis left it only to be

replaced by another. Soon the guy fucking her cam and another guy took his

place. The bag covered her face. She didn't even know who was fucking her. It

seemed to go on for hours. One guy after another. Things grew darker and she

began to feel light headed. She fainted.

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When Heather awoke she did not know where she was. It took her several minutes

to remember the viscous assault on her body. She was sore all over and her

insides felt like they were on fire. The boys were gone and so were her clothes

and her grade book. Had all of this been for nothing? Her car was still parked

at the school and to get to it she would have to walk back naked. She had an

extra key taped underneath the bumper for when she locked herself out. She

would be able to drive home. But then what? Surly her husband would notice if

she walked in naked and covered in cum. What could she tell him? That she was

raped. Should she call the police? What about the pictures they took? She

could imagine pictures of herself sucking a teenagers dick being posted on the

web, sent in to adult magazines or god knows what else. If they got out she

would never work again. All of the boys were under age also. She could be

tried for raping them. What if she was pregnant? What if she had AIDS?

She walked out and saw that it was dark. It was later than she thought. Her

husband would be worried. She decided to walk through the woods to avoid being

seen by cars on the road. It was tough walking through woods and night with no

clothes or shoes. Branches and thorns tore at her flesh. When she got to the

school she could no longer move under the cover of trees. She moved out into

the open and walked towards her car. To her relief her clothes were neatly

folded and sitting on the hood, along with her grade book. "Thank God," she

whispered. As she dressed she noticed that her bra and panties were still

missing. It felt good to be wearing something though.

When Heather got home her husband was waiting by the door. "Where the hell were

you? I was about the call the police!" ""They are watching me really closely

now. I've had a lot of trouble in my class lately. I really need some time to

get everything together or I'll lose my job." Her husband knew that she had

been really busy with the baby being born and all. He wasn't surprised to hear

about her performance at work dropping. He fixed her supper while she got

started on her lesson plans and grade book. To her surprise several of the

grades had already been filled out in ink. All of the boys who had raped her

earlier and also given themselves very high marks in her grade book. She was

almost relieved that she would not have to fill out those columns of scores with

all the other stuff that she had to do. She left in their scores, making them

look like top students.

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Heather was tired the next morning. She had been up almost all night recording

lessons and writing grades. She had time for two hours of sleep; most of it was

haunted by nightmares of the day's events. It was hard to get in her car and go

to work. She wanted to run away. She wanted to die. She felt dirty.

When she got to the school she went into Mr. Allen's office. He said that her

grade book and lesson plans looked great and he was really impressed. She felt

joy for the first time in days. Her heart leaped with excitement. "I'm sure

everything will work out for you," He said "We just have to help you get your

class under control." She agreed and took off to start the day. When she sat

down to check her email on her classroom computer she was in for a shock. One

of her students had email her the pictures that he and taken from yesterday.

They were all pictures of her sucking Donnie's dick. She had tried to look like

she was enjoying herself at the time to make him cum faster. These pictures

made it look like she was consenting.

"I see you got Harry's email" came a voice from behind. She turned quickly and

saw Donnie standing behind her. "We thought you would like to see how good you

look. We have copies of all the pictures and a video tape of your little show

yesterday. If you don't do what we say then we'll show them to Mr. Allen, your

husband and anyone else you ever ask for a job. You'll never work again. We'll

also show the police how you molested a minor. I'm sure five years in jail will

do you good."

"Donnie, I've done everything you ask up until now. I don't plan on stopping.

Just don't mess up my job or my marriage. I'll do anything you ask."

He smiled. "Drink this" He pulled a bottle of Milk of Magnesia out of his bag.

"We're going to clean you out."

"Donnie", she said, "Class is about to start. I've got three classes back to

back and I won't have a chance to take a restroom break for almost two and a

half hours. I'll drink it, just not now."

"OK, he said, "I'll just go ahead and show Mr. Allen your pictures then."

Heather took the bottle and drunk. "Empty the bottle now, don't leave a drop."

As she finished some other students came into the room. A few minutes later

class began. For the first fifteen minutes or so everything was fine. Then she

felt a cramp in her stomach, then another. Her bowels began to stir. She gave

the rest of her lecture in pain. Trying not to move for fear of soiling herself

in front of the whole class. Because she had another class coming in after that

one she had to say in her room. If something happened and she was not there she

would still be responsible. If a fight started or something she could lose her

job. She had to teach two more classes before she could go to the restroom.

She didn't think she would make it. She tried sitting down standing up changing

portions, none of it seemed to help. She could barely walk when the last class

left. She limped to the restroom and relieved herself. It was her planning

period now. She had 45 minutes until her next class. When she went back to her

room there was a note on her desk along with a picture of her begin fucked by

one of her other students. The note said to walk back to the barn again after

school.

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Heather took off for the barn as soon as she was able to leave the school.

Teachers had to stay later than students, so Donnie and his friends had plenty

of time to set up whatever they were going to do next. Her hands shook as she

opened the door. There were almost thirty guys inside. She slowly edged into

the door holding her head down low, unable to face the young boys. She wanted

to run, go back to the school and tell Mr. Allen everything. Surly the boys

would show him the pictures though and she would lose any chance of ever working

anywhere again. If her husband found out she might also lose her marriage and

even her son. Overhead lights this time lighted the barn and there was no

spotlight. Several of the boys where drinking beer. They all began to cheer

when Heather came in. "You're going to get it today, Bitch!" one yelled.

Another spit in her face. "Strip her!" The next thing Heather knew she was on

the ground again. Clothes begin ripped off, naked. Her arms were pinned down

and her legs spread apart she was sure that she was going to be raped again.

Her whole body was still sore from the other day. Her insides hurt and she

didn't think that she could stand it. One of the boys took off his belt. We're

going to make you scream, Bitch!" He yelled. The belt went whistling through

the air toward her unprotected vagina. The one-second lasted an eternity. Her

body twisted and contorted, trying to avoid the blow. SMACK! A hot flash of

pain surged through her body. She didn't even notice the second blow coming,

SMACK! "Did you like that Bitch?" SMACK! "Want some more Bitch!" SMACK! They

let her go and she grabbed her crotch, trying to sooth the pain. "Stand up!"

Heather slowly started to rise, but was jerked to her feet by another boy. "You

are our slut now, Mrs. Wiseman. You will do whatever we say to do whenever we

say to do it. If someone says to show your tits you make sure it's a good show.

If someone needs his dick sucked or a quick fuck you better be ready. If you

get out of line we will tell the school and your family that you've been fucking

all of us. We'll show pictures and everything. Everyone will know you're a

slut when we're done."

Heather had already gotten the idea. "You're going to make us some money

tonight." Donnie said. "We're going to use the money you make to by drinks for

the party this weekend." "Change into these." He said, producing a small bag.

The clothes that she wore in were ripped to shreds. She was glad to be able to

cover up. She grabbed the bag; only to find a short leather dress, see through

panties, a tube top and spike heals. Surly she couldn't wear this. She looked

up questioningly at the boys.

"Put the damn clothes on now Bitch!" Donnie said. She dressed. She was then

blindfolded and tied. It scared her the most when they wouldn't let her see.

She worried they might all pounce on her and rape her violently like they did

the other day. Instead they lead her out to one of their trucks. She was

placed inside and someone got into the cab and began to drive. No one spoke.

The ride lasted a long time. When the truck stopped she was taken out. They

were downtown. She didn't know how long it had been because they had taken her

watch. She knew that it was late though, because it was dark. She had to get

home soon, her husband would be worried. He must never find out about any of

this.

"We are leaving you here Bitch!" Donnie yelled in her face. "We'll be back in

two hours. You have until then to make $500 or we'll show the pictures that we

made yesterday to your husband and the school. If you try and leave before

then, or you don't make enough money you'll be very sorry." She stared at him

and saw that he was smiling.

"How can I make any money here?" she said, honestly not having any idea what to

do.

"You'll have to whore yourself out, slut." He smiled.

Heather's heart sank. After all that she had been though, she just wanted to go

home. She was tired and sore. She was really hungry also. She had no way of

knowing how to go about trying to sell her body. The idea of another person

having sex with her made her tremble.

The boys got in their trucks and drove off. She didn't have a watch. She had

no idea when her time would be up. The parking lot she was in was deserted, so

she could probably bring someone here. Would anyone even want to pay for her?

Her makeup was messed up from crying. She felt dirty from crawling on the barn

floor and her clothes made her look really cheap. What if she ran into someone

she knew? She could visualize herself running into Mr. Allen leaving a

restaurant with his wife. What would he say if he found out? Time was running

out. She walked out into the street.

She moved into the crowded downtown area. One guy whistled at her. Several

ladies looked at her in disgusted. She could feel eyes peering at her. She

didn't know what to do. She walked into a bar and sat down. She didn't have

any money at all, but maybe she could find someone in here who she could

proposition. It wasn't too long before someone found her.

The guy at the end of the bar sent a drink over to her. She'd never really

drunk before, but she downed it quickly, hoping to take some of the edge off.

Ten minutes later she found herself down on her knees in the men's room.

Sucking his cock. She tried to make herself as appealing as possible, hoping he

would finish quickly. After getting a hot jet of semen in her mouth she was

awarded $20. This would be a long night.

She did about four more blowjobs in the restroom of the bar before she was asked

to leave. The manager told her that they didn't want trash like her in the bar.

This really hurt her.

She decided that she could make better money if she could get someone to fuck

her. She'd spent almost an hour just making $100. The idea was revolting, but

so was everything else that she'd been forced to do.

She went into several bars before she found someone who said he would give her

$400 to fuck. He was a large black guy with a lazy eye. He was probably 500

lbs and he was very scary looking. She took him to the deserted parking lot

that she had been left in early. She was running out of time, and would

hopefully finish up just as the boys got there. She would be very glad to see

them.

She undressed fully in the parking lot. Rubbing her breasts for the black guy.

She could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was very excited. She undid

his zipper and took his cock into her mouth. She rubbed and sucked until his

dick was so hard it was turning purple. She laid him down on the ground and

took him inside of her.

She thought back to the first time that she was ever with a man. Her college

boyfriend. How it had been so innocent and pure. How she thought about him

every day. How she made him wait so long. She thought about her first time

with her husband. How she loved him so much. How this would hurt him so much.

The black guy rolled over so he was on top. He ejaculated inside of her. Just

as she thought it was over his fist came down on her face. Everything went

dark. When she awoke Donnie was shaking her.

"Where is my money Bitch."

She thought about the $100 in her pocket, but when she felt for it, it was gone.

"I was robbed! I had it, really I did"

"Tough shit bitch! That's not going to pay for our party tomorrow."

"Please, leave me out here longer, I can get the money." She cried.

"If I were you bitch, I'd leave town. We're going to ruin you."

The boys left her there. They said they weren't coming back for her. She

should leave because the pictures would be all over town in two hours. At first

she didn't know what to do. She decided to take a taxi home. She figured they

would give her another chance if she paid them. She had some money saved.

When she got home the cab driver told her it was 2:00 in the morning. All the

lights in the house were on. She didn't know where she could tell her husband

she had been. She didn't know how she could explain to him how she was dressed.

When she walked in the door there was nothing to explain. He was sitting in his

chair, watching a video of her sucking Donnie's dick. I was a close up of her,

she looked consenting.

"Some boys dropped this tape by for me earlier. They said that I should watch

it. I didn't know that it was a picture of my wife slutting herself out. What

the fuck!" He screamed.

Heather didn't know what to do. It was like her whole world was really falling

apart. She fled the house to escape her husband's rage. She ran out into the

street only to find police cars. She was being arrested for having sex with a

minor.

During the hearing the pictures where all shown. She tried to tell her story,

but no one would believe her. Her husband left her during the trial. She

served for five years in a correctional facility. After her parole hearing she

was unable to find work. No school would hire her. She went for months without

work until one day she got a call for an interview. She spent days getting

ready for the interview. This could be her one chance. She went to the school

in her best dress. She had to wait almost thirty minuets before going back to

the principal's office.

When she finally walked in her smile faded away. Her hands began to shake.

She looked at the man behind the desk.

"Hello Donnie" she said.