Chapter 18

Wednesday, October 27, 1976

I know, I didn't even have to go into school today, but I did it anyway. Mostly, I wanted to monitor Coach Daniels myself. I wanted to get a feel for his mind as he thought his thoughts. I know there have been times when I felt I had been wronged and I had thoughts that if someone else had heard them they'd have thought I was an axe murderer.

I stopped by Thelma's office first. This time she was at her desk. "Oh, I see it's my junior boy," she said with a smirk.

"You mean as opposed to being a senior boy?" I asked.

We both laughed, thinking of what she had said last night. "You know, I think a plan is afoot," she told me. "I saw Coach Daniels in the teachers' lounge again this morning. He was very businesslike. He told me he had a young man who was having trouble in one of his classes and asked me if I could see him this morning."

"Are you going to see him?"

"Yes, but I have no intention of screwing the shit out of him. He's due here in about ten minutes."

"I have an idea. Could you unlock that walk-in supply cabinet in the testing room? Also, when he comes, leave the door between here and the testing room partially open. I'll wait in the testing room while he's in here, and if you decide to go into the testing room with him I'll duck into the supply cabinet. Lead him on a little bit and see how far he tries to take it."

"You are a bad boy Michael. Yes. I'll do it. I feel safe knowing you're here and that I have a witness."

I gave her a quick peck on the lips and slid into the testing room. Thelma unlocked the supply cabinet, which was really a room, and left the door to her office open about six inches. I could hear and see everything that went on in there if I positioned myself properly, and with the light in the testing room turned off there was no way he could see me.

<Oh my God! It's Brian Adams!> I thought as the young man came through the door.

<Yes, it is. Now stay out of my head Mike.>

"Hello Brian. Coach Daniels said you needed some help."

"Yes, Ms. Richards, but I'm afraid I didn't tell the coach the real reason I wanted to see you."

<He's lying, Thelma. Coach knows why he's here.>

"And why is that, Brian?"

"Well, Ms. Richards, it's more of a personal problem than a problem with the class as such."

<Thelma, are you aware he claims to have slept with over fifty female students and at least three teachers?>

<Oh my. Mr. Studly.> <mental giggle>

"What kind of personal problem Brian?"

"I'm a little embarrassed to say, Ms. Richards. It's so public here. I'm afraid someone is going to walk in while I'm talking."

"Well, we could go in the testing room, Brian. If I turn on the 'Testing in Progress' light no one will come in."

"Could we do that Ms. Richards? I sure would feel more comfortable talking about this."

"Sure, come on Brian," Thelma said as she started toward the testing room.

I quickly moved back into the supply cabinet and left the door part way open. I saw a tape recorder on the shelf beside me, so I slipped in a new tape and started it recording.

"Okay Brian," Thelma said as she sat down at the table. "Now, what is your problem."

"Well, like I said, it's kind of embarrassing. It's that... okay, one of the female teachers is hitting on me."

"What makes you think she's hitting on you?"

"Well, she smiles at me a lot, and sometimes she... well, she touches me in places she shouldn't."

"Like where does she touch you Brian?"

"Well, she pinches my butt, and sometimes she rubs it."

"That's not good, Brian. That is hitting on you. Is there anything else she does?"

"Yes, yesterday she asked me to stay after class and she squeezed my... my... penis. She squeezed my penis."

"Oh my. That is bad, Brian."

"She's always rubbing my neck and shoulders. When I asked her about it she said she was just trying to make me feel good."

"When she touches you like that does it seem like a sexual touch?"

"Not really. It's more like she's just being friendly. Stand up a minute and I'll show you what I mean."

Thelma stood up and glanced at the closet. <I'm here Sweetheart. I'm recording this, so if he does something wrong, say so immediately. If you want me to step in tell me mentally.>

<Okay Mike. I don't know why but I'm kind of scared.>

<I'm here Sweety.>

"Okay, Ms. Richards, she just kind of rubs my shoulders like this. then runs her hands down my back like this"

Adams stroked and squeezed Thelma's shoulders and then started gently running his hands up and down her back. He continued doing that as he talked.

"You see? It's not like anything sexual, but then yesterday she did this."

He let his hand continue downward and squeezed the cheek of her ass.

"Brian! Stop that immediately!"

"But Ms. Richards, that's what she did, then she did this."

He ran his hand around her hip and cupped her pussy through her skirt.

"Brian. This is sexual harassment on your part. Take your hands off me now or I will start screaming."

"You don't want to do that, Ms. Richards," Brian said as he turned her around. By now, Thelma was fighting him and he was trying to put his lips on hers.

"Please let me go Brian. I don't want to have sex with you!"

"It doesn't much matter what you want Ms. Richards. I want some of your pussy and I'm going to have it."

I thought now would be a good time to come out of the cabinet. I stepped out and said, "Let her go, Brian. If you want to live, let her go."

I think it was the fact that someone was there rather than what I said that made him release Thelma as quickly as he did. "You're in big trouble now, Brian," I told him.

"She was coming on to me man. I was trying to get away from her."

"I was in the supply cabinet the whole time punk. I heard everything and I even tape recorded it. You are in serious trouble."

Brian blustered and threatened for a couple of minutes but finally gave in when we told him we wouldn't prosecute if he told us who put him up to it.

"It was Coach Daniels," he said. "He wanted me to fuck Ms. Richards and when I was porking her I was supposed to kick the table and he'd come running in and take pictures."

"Why did he pick you, Brian?" Thelma asked.

"Because I've fucked a lot of girls here."

"Don't you have any feeling for these girls, Brian?"

"God put girls here for us to fuck. That's their only purpose. If it wasn't for tits and cunts females wouldn't be worth a shit."

"Okay, Brian. You are now going to kick the table like you're supposed to. I want to see the look on Daniels' face when we're all just standing here looking at him."

Reluctantly, Adams kicked the table three times. Within seconds, Coach Daniels came bursting through the door, camera at the ready. "Going bird watching coach?" Thelma asked. "Or are you more into action photos?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Richards. I was just walking by and I heard a suspicious noise."

"So you came bursting in, camera ready to shoot, right?" I asked.

"Keep your mouth shut you snot nosed little rich bastard," he shouted. "Get your ass to class now!"

"I'm sorry Coach, but I don't have any classes today. By the way, Brian has told us all about your little drama you have set up. It was a stupid plan to begin with and you picked a stupid kid to execute it."

"I told you to shut up cocksucker. If you give me any more lip I'm going to personally cut your cock off and shove it down your throat."

"Now, coach. You should really be careful of what you're saying. There are witnesses here you know."

"Yeah, two of you against two of us. Our word against yours. The principal is going to believe me, because we're good friends."

"In that case you probably wouldn't mind answering a question I have. Do you get off watching all the boys in the shower or is it just a few special ones?"

"You don't know what you're talking about fuck head."

"Well, a friend of mine heard you commenting on some of the boys in the shower yesterday. You said one had a big cock, another one you said had a cute butt, and still another had great abs according to you. I wasn't told the names of the kids you were commenting on, but I'm sure they remember."

"You little fuck head! I'm going to kill you for this. Come on Brian, we're getting out of here."

Brian started moving toward the door so I said, "One more thing Coach. If you'll look at the bottom of that door there, you'll see a microphone sticking out a little way. I've taped everything from the time this little turd came into the room. I'm sure the authorities will be interested in this, including your threats."

Daniels made a lunge for me and I stepped aside at the last instant. I was turning to meet his next attack I saw that Thelma had picked up a metal letter tray. When Daniels was close enough, Thelma swung for the cheap seats. Babe Ruth would have been proud. Daniels went down and never even attempted to get up.

<Thelma my love, go call 911 and tell them we were attacked. I love you Sweetheart, and thanks for helping.>

<I'm on my way, Lover. I love you too.>

Brian saw his chance and was out the door before I could even try to stop him. Thelma stuck her head back in the door and said the police were on their way. <Sweety, when the police ask, I'm the one hit him, > I told her.

<Why, Mike? Wanting to look macho?> She asked with a grin.