Chapter 6

Well ... I don’t mind telling you ... the schoolgirl uniform in my mind is NOT even close to the uniform the girls from Our Hope of Resurection High wear. Nope ... the one in my mind ... the one she wore ... would get her expelled ... before she walked in the building ... and excommunicated. Put a too tight button popping shirt and cheek exposing skirt on my ideal woman and you have it.

“Sallyanne, you need to stay out of my mind.” I said. “I am not a good role model.”

“How about this?” she asked.

A curve hugging soft pink angora sweater over a white button-down collared shirt, dark grey painted-on slacks with flares. and penny loafers with ankle socks. Very Preppy.

“Success!” she was looking at my tented crotch.

“First time the quarterback sees you in that ... I’m dead.”

“You ... David! Where’s your Hall Pass?”

Shit ... Dr. Samuels, Ph.D., the Math Teacher, Football Coach and Hall Monitor ... and my nemisis.

He strode up and saw Sallyanne, “Is David bothering you, Miss?”

“No sir ... David was assigned to guide me around.”

I performed introductions ... mom has trained me well.

“Doctor Samuels, this is a new addition to my family, Miss Sallyanne Baker, Sallyanne, this is Doctor Samuels, higher math instructor. Today is Sallyanne’s first day here.”

Sallyanne offered her hand ... Dr. Samuels held it longer than necessary ... or polite.

“Doctor Samuels ... may I have my hand back.”

He blushed, released, and Sallyanne took my hand.

“I see,” Samuels said. “No Personal Displays of Affection, Miss Baker. Holding hands is not allowed.”

“I agree ... keep yours to yourself. You’re damn lucky I didn’t break it.”

She turned to me, “David, I find I need to wash the dirt off my hand ... where is the Girls Restroom?”

“Allow me to show you,” I took her elbow and directed her to the West End Lavatory. I waited until she came out. So did Dr. Samuels. He was steaming.

This will not have a happy ending.

“You ... Baker! Come with me. David ... get to class.”

Sallyanne said, “No. David, stay with me. I may need a witness.”

Dr. Samuels said, “I told you to leave David. Disobeying will get you detention.” He turned and laid hands on Sallyanne.

She broke his arm, his jaw and stomped his foot. But ... first ... she screamed “RAPE!” Then she wrecked him. She did things I never knew existed. I’m sure Samuels had never experienced anything like it.

I grabbed her and fled to the Principals Office. “I need the phone.”

“David ... what ... David ... put that down. David!”

“Daddy ... you need to come to the school ... Sallyanne may have killed a teacher.” And hung up.

The Highschool is one and a half blocks from the Law Offices of Charles William Austin. It took him almost 3 minutes. He cut across the courthouse lawn.

“What?” Then, “Let me catch my breath.” That took two minutes.

Sallyanne was seated on one of those SO uncomfortable solid Oak chairs and sobbing. I was seated next to her. Her sweater was in disarray and one breast was out and turning purple.

I whispered, “Sal ... when did that happen?”

She turned to me ... hugged my neck and whispered...”When we were running to the office.”

I almost laughed.

She pinched me. It hurt. I didn’t laugh.

Daddy asked, “What?”

And the police walked in.

“Sallyanne give me a dollar. I know you have five. I gave them to you this morning. Thank you.” He turned to the police, it was Bob Ott. “My client. She goes nowhere without me.”

“Charley...” that was in a pleading voice.

“Bob...”

Daddy looked stern.

A sigh of surrender, “Yes Charley.”

Miranda wasn’t ... not for another 11 years, Police were notorious for...

Yeah ... all that.

So ... courthouse ... it was Daddy, me and Sallyanne ... and Bob. Samuels was in the hospital getting his jaw wired shut, his arm and foot in a cast. He wouldn’t be testifying for weeks.

The County Nurse has her office in the courthouse basement. She was called to examine the victim.

“Nasty Bruise, Judge. Only a very strong man could cause that,” she said. “Sally ... you should have that looked at by a doctor. Judge ... is the court photographer here?”

“Yes ... I see.”

Sallyanne was photographed sans top. One perfect one swolen ... Sallyanne is a babe. There were a few closeups of the good one.

Sallyanne was remanded to MY custody ... I was to be her constant companion. So Ordered. The school didn’t like it.

“One more word goes to jail for contempt.”

We went EVERYWHERE together. Yes ... even there.

The first time I had to go was interesting. Use your imagination.