Miss Jay stood before me, her pert nose in front of my face.

"Martin," she said in her usual scolding tone, "I will not tolerate your attitude any further! Your attitude is disrupting the whole class!"

"You're the only one who is disrupting the class," I calmly replied.

She moved away from me, her eyes wide with shock, her face flush with anger. "HOW DARE YOU!" she screamed. "HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK AT ME!"

For a minute I thought she was going to hit me. Now THAT would have been killer for her! A teacher hitting a student in front of everyone else would have been a major scandal. But no, she stood there, her arm outstretched and shaking towards the door.

"Get out of here RIGHT NOW!" she screamed. "NOW!"

I knew what that meant. Time for another visit to Principal Henley's office. My crime? Wearing a Playboy polo shirt!

Let's start at the beginning. Ever since I've turned 18 I've been a big fan of Playboy Magazine. It's a family tradition. My father read Playboy, my uncles read Playboy, my cousins read Playboy. Even my 88-year-old grandfather likes Playboy. (We have to sneak in some issues for him to read, since Grandma doesn't care for it.) My cousin Cindy has even appeared in Playboy for their "Girls of College" pictorial a year back. She's now thinking about trying to be a playmate! She certainly has the body for it!

Anyway's, some of the birthday gifts my father got me included a subscription to Playboy Magazine and some Playboy shirts and hats. All very tasteful stuff, I assure you. At least tasteful according to OUR standards.

My English teacher, Miss Kelly Jay, has a different opinion about that. She's one of those prim and proper members of the Christian Coalition. Ultra-conservative. She looked like one of those school teachers from the old days. You know the kind - blouses buttoned up all the way to the neck, skirts that went down to the tops of her shoes, hair tightly done in a bun, wire-rimmed glasses on a silver chain, gold crucifix around her neck. She HATES Playboy and everything it represents. To her, I might as well wear a shirt that had the letters 666 in dripping red blood on the front.

Miss Jay and I have had our differences before this, but when I started wearing the Playboy shirts it seemed to validate every fear and suspicion she had about me. She's asked me not to wear the shirts to school, and we've gone a few rounds with the principal and school superintendent about this issue.

I've always won, but only because the school didn't want to get into a free speech lawsuit. But that hasn't stopped her from claiming I was "disrupting" her class with my "attitude." This usually happens every time I've worn these shirts. She'd have one of her little ass-kissing acolytes (or is that cross-kissing?) back her up so I'd have to go on detention. She'd personally draw detention duty so she could continue her moralization lessons on me. She couldn't use the bible in class, so she'd pull out some "studies" (and I use the term very loosely) supplied from the Christian Coalition on pornography. I'd have to listen to this shit for a couple of hours, then write a paper on it expressing my views. One thing was certain, I wasn't lacking in my writing skills!

Today was no exception. Principal Henley looked up at me, shook his head in frustration, then gave me yet another day of detention. Normally I'd be steamed.. but not this time.

In fact, I PLANNED on this happening!

You see, I was sick and tired of hearing Miss Jay's moralizing sermons time and time again. Tired of her acolytes hassling me between classes. Tired of her self-righteous attitude and her smug disposition that her views were the final word on any issue. When she started this personal crusade I made it my mission to find some way to break her. Now all I have to do is to wait until the end of school, and she's mine!

It took almost forever for the day to end. I gathered all the materials I needed from the locker and put them with my homework. I walked by the twenty or so acolytes as they gathered for their end-of-day prayer sessions at the flagpole. I had to walk by them in order to get to the administration building, so I couldn't avoid their comments.

"Satan!"

"Whore-monger!"

"Pedophile!"

"We'll pray for your salvation!"

Nice Christian folks.. in a Joe McCarthy/Roy Cohn kind of way...

The detention room was empty. Good. Nobody else to worry about. I sat down in my usual seat at the front of the room and waited for Miss Jay to enter. Any other teacher would have already been here, but I knew she couldn't come in just yet. She still had to lead the "unofficial" prayer at the flagpole first.

"It pains me to have to be here," she said as she finally arrived. She had her usual sour face and the armful of notes to go over with me. "I have prayed and prayed for you to see the light and welcome salvation, but today's outburst shows me that my prayers have yet to be answered."

"We all have our crosses to bear," I said calmly.

She paused slightly. Then she replied "Yes, and you are my burden."

After setting down her paperwork, she began lecturing me on today's issue, which was once again about the evils of pornography. She ran down all the usual extreme cases of child molesters and brutal rapists. She even mentioned the interview she saw of serial killer Ted Bundy, who claimed porn drove him to rape and kill women. Anyone with even half a brain knew that Bundy was a liar and a master manipulator who got away with the biggest mind-fuck of his life, and is still getting away with it because of people like Kelly Jay and her bible-thumping friends.

Anyway's, it was all pretty boring stuff after you've heard it time and time again. And I have. It was so predictable I already had my essay written on the subject. All I was doing was feigning attention as I kept an eye on the outside window. Miss Jay continued as she always did about the subject. She even threw in stuff about the Internet. I've never been online before, but after hearing all the stuff she was talking about it made me eager to see if half of it was true.

Finally I saw Principal Henley get into his car. He was usually the last member of the administration to leave. The janitor won't even be around to clean up this building for another four hours.

I waited another minute to make sure Henley didn't forget anything before making my move.

"Excuse me, Miss Jay," I said as I interrupted her lecture.

"Yes?" she said, annoyed that I broke her train of thought.

"Don't mean to interrupt you, but I'm getting a glare coming from the parking lot and it's really bothering me. Would you mind if I closed the curtains?"

She looked at the window, then at the clock. She still had another hour left. "Yes," she replied.

I got up from my desk and closed the lone curtain. The room darkened a bit as my eyes adjusted to the florescent lights.

"Is there anything else?" she asked as I returned to my seat.

"Yes," I said with a grin. "Take your clothes off."

She blinked. "What did you say?"

"Take your clothes off."

Her eyes went wide in shock. "How.. How DARE YOU!?"

My fingers went to the cassette player I had in my book bag. The volume was cranked up loud enough to echo in the room.

<Oh Gary!.. Gary!... UNNGGHH!!.. Take me... Yes!... Oh baby!... OOHH!!>

It was her voice in the throws of sexual pleasure.

Her face went white. "How.. How did you.. OH!"

I had pulled out an 8X10 glossy of her in a motel room with an older gentleman. Her blouse was open and his mouth was sucking on her ample tits. I threw the photo at her, then pulled out more pictures showing him undressing her, her sucking on his cock, her being mounted on the bed, and the two of them holding each other like lovers. I had even included some close-ups so there would be no mistaking who the two participants were.

"I was shocked," I said as I turned the tape player off, "to learn that you and Councilman Gray were having an affair. Such nice upstanding Christian man. And he's married too!"

She trembled. "What.. what do you want?"

"I've put up with your shit for four years," I said. "You've targeted me for scorn, you've made me your pet project for your little acolytes, and you've threatened to fail me for no other reason than because I don't share your views. Well I've found out you're no better than me. In fact, you're even worse because I don't hide my tastes like you do. So now it's payback time."

Her hand clutched the gold crucifix.

"Now take off your clothes."

She closed her eyes in shame. "I can't. I can't do it!"

I put on the tape again, the sounds of her and the city councilman echoing in the room. "If you don't I'll make sure everyone knows about the two of you. I've got more than these tapes and pictures. I've got plenty of copies stashed about, as well as the negatives, and even a couple of videotapes of the two of you.

The scandal may not harm you too much, but it will end your career, your lover's career and his hopes of running for governor on the family values ticket. Do you really want to be known for that?"

Her face was flushed. I could see tears start to well up. Her nervous hands reached for the top button of her blouse. "P-please," she said, "turn the tape off.."

I did, and watched as she took off her blouse. "May the Lord forgive me for the actions I am about to do," she mumbled as she unzipped her skirt. "I can only hope He has the grace to grant me the strength to endure this penance for my sins." Her skirt fell to the floor.

She stood there in her white slip. Her arms shook and there were tears streaming down her face.

"Take off the crucifix," I ordered. "You don't deserve to wear it anyway's."

Her eyes opened wide in a silent plea. I sat there with a determined look, then turned the tape back on. She reached behind her and took unclasped the chain. The metal gave a soft clang as she set it on the desk.

"Come around and continue to disrobe," I told her. "I want you naked as Eve in the garden."

She walked around, her face back down in shame. She pulled her shoes off, then sat down on the desk to remove the white stockings. Then came the slip.

She stood there in her bra and panties. Even with her hair up and her glasses on she was quite beautiful. Such a waste to have a hot body as hers imprisoned by such a hypocritical mind.

"Please," she said, "turn the tape off.. this is embarrassing already.."

"You still have on some clothes left," I said. "Take them off as well."

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The under wire brassiere released her massive mammaries to the naked air. Then she slowly put her hands on the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.

"You still have something on," I told her.

She pulled her glasses off and put them down on the desk. Then, almost by instinct, she let her blond hair down. She stood there, one hand trying to cover her breasts, the other covering up her crotch.

I turned the tape off then stood up.

"Now undress me."

Six feet of space separated her naked frame from me. She figured as long as she stayed away from me she'd be safe. Just take her clothes off. Nothing I hadn't seen from the pictures. But now she became aware of the full scope of what I wanted to do with her, and the consequences if she didn't.