"Sure," Matt said casually. "It happened. The little bitch has been begging for it from the first day she walked into my classroom."
His first impulse was to fire Kinkaid on the spot, but then he realized what that would mean. Kinkaid could deny it and take it before the school board.
No matter what happened there would always be a black spot on the school.
He was going to take a little time to think about things. Yet, all he found himself thinking about was the way Diane's ass twitched when she walked down the hall. She had such a fantastic build.
He kept remembering his fat wife and the times he had fucked her in the last few years. She was little more than a quick release, nothing really fun. Diane Christopher, however, had a body and a way of wiggling that turned him on.
If Matt Kinkaid was telling the truth, then it might not be hard to get into her box. Even he could do it.
"Aren't you feeling well Mr. Wailer?" Diane said.
"Of course," he said. "Just a little hot. But we're not here to talk about me. I want to come right to the point, Diane. Did something happen between you and Mr. Kinkaid?"
Diane could feel herself blushing a bright red. She searched her mind for an answer. She couldn't tell him the truth. She couldn't tell anyone the truth. She was aware of the rumors going around school, but she'd hoped they would fade away. Now she saw that she was going to have to think of a way to make the students quit whispering.
"No," she said weakly.
"Nothing at all?" he asked.
James was beginning to feel better. He knew she was lying. After awhile, one got a feeling about such thing. He knew how to deal with a lying child. First, he had to completely break down her resistance so that he could get at the truth. After that, anything could happen.
"No," Diane said.
"Look at me, child," he demanded.
She raised her head and her beautiful blue eyes looked like a frightened animal's.
"I want the truth," he said. "I want to know what happened in that park."
"Nothing," she said. Her head was trembling, and there was a sob in her throat. "Nothing happened. I'm telling you the truth."
Diane felt as if she were going to fail over any minute. She wished his eyes would look somewhere else. She felt as if ho could look right down into her soul.
"Tell me the truth," he said.
This was crazy, she thought. And it wasn't fair. She wasn't the only girl ever to get mixed up with a teacher. There were plenty of them in school. She shouldn't be getting questioned like this.
"I'm telling you the truth," she insisted.
He was quiet for a long time. He kept looking at her. She wished the next bell would ring so she could go back to her classwork.
"All right," he said, with a disgusted sigh. "We're not going to get anywhere like this. I'll have to find the truth another way."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I have to eventually find out the truth," he said. "From someone. I'd rather you tell me, but since you insist that nothing happened, then I'm going to have to look somewhere else for my information. You can go."
He looked down at his desk and pretended to be looking at her work record. The sudden dismissal always worked. It left them with unanswered questions. They started to wonder what he was going to do? He knew that all sorts of possibilities quickly passed through her mind. She was still sitting there when he looked up.
"Well?" he asked.
"I wasn't telling the truth, Mr. Wailer," she whispered softly.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he said. "What is the truth, Diane?"
Diane put her head down.
"Nothing really bad," she said. "We just left the park and we… we talked for awhile!"
She knew he wasn't going to believe that.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You're still not being honest with me, Diane."
"Oh, my God," she said softly. "All right, I'll tell you. I went into the woods with him."
"And?" James questioned.
"And he laid me," Diane said.
She'd meant to shock him. Instead, he gave her a leering grin.
"Yes," he said. "That must have been very nice. You realize, though, that we can't allow this sort of thing to go on happening."
"Yes sir," she said.
"Perhaps I should tell your parents," he suggested.
"Oh, God, no!" she gasped. She was really frightened now, just like he wanted her to be. She slid her chair closer to his desk and put her hand down on his.
"Oh please, Mr. Wailer. I'll do anything you want. Anything. But please don't tell my parents. Or anyone!"
The way her blue eyes looked made him really feel hot. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair as he felt himself start to grow hard.
"Ummmm, yes," he said. "Perhaps there isn't any real reason to get your parents upset."
"No," Diane said.
She was panic stricken. She could already see her father's face. Her parents just couldn't be told. No matter what it cost her.
"Perhaps we could work something out," he said.
For the first time Diane started to realize why he had called her to the office.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.