Spear's classroom door. Joan thought maybe he might not wait as she was at least twenty minutes late, but she smiled as she felt the unlocked doorknob...open smoothly in her hand. Joan had the feeling if she was an hour late the man would still be waiting for her.There sat the professor shuffling papers on his desk as Joan entered the classroom. Joan could hear the sound of her spiked heels echo across the empty classroom floor as she approached Mr. Spear's desk. She could see Mr. Spears eyes. Mom pointed out that I was only a freshman, I had three more years to be part of a school team if I so desired, but a coach putting a student in detention for not wanting to be part of a team, was paramount to blackmail. That got the principal to back off quickly, scared of risking a lawsuit.It might not have been the best idea to upset a coach like I obviously had, but his attitude wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with, if he persisted in his approach, or tried to get back at me due to. Needing more, I took his hand and guided it to my pussy making it clear that I wanted his fingers inside me.My eyes flew open in surprise when he said, "No!" and pulled his hand away leaving me shaking and frustrated. He lay next to me, raised up on his elbow, watching as confused, hungry tears began to brim. "What's wrong? What did I do? Why did you stop loving me?" I asked as a tear slipped down my cheek.There was a long silence as he continued to look at me before asking, "Has anyone else. “Dad must’ve dropped them off on the way to a double homicide or something,” Susan muttered.“Heavens!” Alice said, horrified at the notion.“You know, the other parents call then the Golden Chiles ... Well, maybe frady cat Stormie will show her face sometime today for a change,” Susan said over her shoulder.Susan knew the former dancer had experienced some kind of trauma. Disrupting picture-book her life, but her fearful glances every time someone spoke too loudly or moved too suddenly actually.