naughtyjulia: I learned something today. The other teachers had warned me about Mrs. Peterson. They
naughtyjulia: I learned something today. The other teachers had warned me about Mrs. Peterson. They seemed even afraid of Mrs. Peterson. Intimidated. They all told me that we couldn’t say “No” to her. Nothing more. No explaining why. I didn’t understand.Not until she came into my classroom after hours, under the guise of introducing herself to me. Her look. Her dress. Her voice. Her tone. Her touch. The strength in her hands moving me against the wall. “I haven’t had you yet, Julia. Today is your lucky day. You’re going to be a good girl for me. Aren’t you?”I still remember that disheveled, faraway look on my friend, Amy’s face after a late afternoon meeting with Mrs. Peterson, and all she could tell me was “I couldn’t say no to her.”I felt my skirt being lifted up. “You haven’t answered me, Julia. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”What could I do? What else could I say?“Yes, Mrs. Peterson.” -- source link