Chapter 4: Village Tales

The five fingered widow is an inadequate replacement for that softest of havens that females carry between their legs so when I awakened on Sunday morning I felt little relief from my self-service handjob even though my sexy neighbour had unwittingly done much to make it pleasurable.

I felt guilty and I waited until nine AM before inviting Irene for coffee.

"I don't have time. Aren't you going to church? It's a ten."

"Didn't think of it Irene. Yes, I'd better go and went back to my apartment for a quick shave and shower. Irene's eyes had looked like they should ... after downing a fifth of scotch.

At church I met Reverend Whittier, a trim, middle aged gentleman (or so I thought) with a pretty wife, the parents of a sixteen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter who were both in my classroom.

The service was slightly evangelical but the sermon which dealt intensely on the sinfulness of modern life. It was unspoken but obvious that Reverend Whittier considered adulterous sex and sex before marriage as the ultimate evil. While he preached I studied the females in the congregation with lust filled eyes. Was I going to burn in Hell?

As soon as the Protestant service ended a smaller congregation came to hear Father Murphy minister to them. I suspected that he, a celibate priest, would have a different subject for his sermon which I guess he did although my idea of his celibacy was soon dashed.

Irene showed no sign of wanting any association with me, unlike Deepa Dhillon. I cautioned Deepa again about discretion and the impossibility of further couplings although hand job or not, my unruly organ swelled as I talked to her.

I spent some time at my desk, preparing for the start of school tomorrow. Then I took out the thick envelope that had been left anonymously for my information.

To Whom It May Concern:

The following is written without rancour or ill intent. My purpose is to prepare the next upper school teacher to fulfill his/her duties with a minimum of disruption. When you read what I say remember, they are all good people but remote locations may tend to cause us (me included) to disregard some of our moral principles. The people are listed randomly so don't consider that one at the top of the list is more or less culpable than one lower down.

1. Mayor Pratt seems to be an upright citizen but maybe it's because of his age and the cooling of his fires.

2. Marylou Pratt is a delightful and friendly woman. The Mayor probably does not quench her inner fires so she does occasionally stray (sexually, that is.)

3. John Pratt is only fifteen but I suspect that the cooled fires of his father have been passed on to him. I think he tried to rape every girl in the class but as far as I know he was never successful.

4. The Hansen's arrived shortly before I left so all I know is that they look like a lovely and upright Scandinavian family.

5. The Watanabe's also arrived near the end of my term so I know little of them. Their daughter Fuyu however seemed to like boys and I'm sure that if John Pratt did try to get into her he was successful.

6. Matsendra Dhillon is big, strong and virile. He has likely had biblical knowledge of Mrs. Pratt and Mrs. Whittier and at least one upper school teacher. But he's a good man.

7. Indira Dhillon is an attractive woman but I strongly suspect that she is quenching her own untended inner fires with Guru Dhillon, the intended spouse of their older daughter Deepa. Both 15 year old Deepa and her 12 year old sister Rhanai are pretty girls (and Deepa has huge, man-attracting boobs) but I'm sure they are still biblically pure.

8. Abdul Jackson is a big, handsome black man. They moved here from an inner city black neighborhood but they seemed to quickly adjust to the apparent colour-blindness of the village. I think that he too has visited Mrs. Pratt's comfort-well and maybe the doctor's wife, Anita Williams' comfort facility as well.

9. Tish Jackson looks flirtatiously at most men but as far as I know Abdul keeps her satisfied. Her son Jamal is a hunk and if he's tried to sample the local talent he likely succeeded. Their daughter Harmony is a plump, little sexpot and she's not likely to keep her cherry much longer (if she still has it.)She did come from a milieu where cherries seldom reached puberty.

10.The Gonzales family has worked here for at least two years and seem to take their Catholic religion seriously. Mrs. Gonzales sister, Juanita Lago, works as a cleaning lady and she has the reputation of being good. I've overheard student conversation (my main information source) that suggests that for a price she will clean men's sex tubes as well as their houses. (Nasty!)

11. Reverend Amos Whittier is the archetypical fundamental preacher (in the eyes of liberals) He preaches heavily about sexual transgressions but I've heard enough to believe that he knows (biblically again) Mrs. Pratt, Mrs. Dhillon, Mrs. Jackson and Ms. Lago and God know how many others.

12.The rest of the Whittier's I don't have a good read on. Mrs. Whittier might be available for a liaison (if you're a male teacher or possibly even female) The son Adam appeals to me so likely he appeals to most females and their daughter Julia complements her desirable body with a meek, submissive mien that will attract all predators. I suspect however that she has a preference for girls, not guys.

13.Finally there is the village doctor, Doctor Williams. I think he's a drug addict but who better to hide that than a doctor. His 2^nd wife Anita is one of Abdul Jackson's projects but his daughter from his first marriage, June, has made no ripples on the local waters. Anita's illegitimate daughter, Janet at 12 shows signs of being a handful. She's easy to discipline but maybe too easy.

14. Father Joseph Murphy is a priest experienced beyond his years. He has served in two other parishes as well as a convent school, all in the east. He's a very personable man and before I came he substituted as upper school teacher. One of my students told me that Father Murphy had taken total advantage of Janet Williams in the Confessional but when I spoke to her about it she did not want me to tell anyone. She didn't deny that something had happened though. Maybe we should be happy that the priest likes girls, not boys.

You can share this with your co-teacher or not, as you see fit. I hope you have an enjoyable year and I'm sure I've given you some leads on how to pass the long winter evenings.

It's not fair to present so much forbidden opportunity to a schoolteacher who is trying to do the honourable thing. Actually I should have probably done what that term demands in a parliamentary setting and resigned before I took advantage of any of the vulnerable married women or worse, my unmasked, sex-hungry schoolgirls.

I decided it was not the time to invite Irene to view the two page memo. It was noon so I left the classroom to prepare a lunch. That's when I saw that I had an e-mail. I opened Outlook and saw the reply to the query I'd sent last night

Damn, you're a lucky guy.

Irene Simmons did teach here last year and the year before that she was at Haley's Mill. She was very popular in both schools, especially with the upper school guys.

From what I heard she provided hands-on (and cunt-on) sex education to deserving boys. Why weren't we that lucky? But at Haley's Mill she was not asked to come back because one parent claimed she'd been intimate with her son. But her son wouldn't back up her claim so to keep peace in the school board she wasn't rehired. And there was a similar brouhaha here in June, this time alleging that she was inappropriately intimate with two boys and one girl. Again, the supposed victims would not back up their parents' stories so again, Irene's contract was not renewed. It's not fair. We too were entitled to be victims. Have fun,

Brad

The east is a large territory but we were from a predominately Catholic region so I sent off another note to Brad asking him to try to track down Father Joseph Murphy. I explained that he might be a priest who preyed on his girl parishioners, not the boys.

The doorbell sounded then and I went to the kitchen outside door. My heart sank and my organ jumped when I saw Deepa. Then standing on the stair just behind her I saw her sister Rhanai so I relaxed. At least we had a chaperone and I was sure that they hadn't come to double team me. As that thought crossed my mind my cock swelled with the obscene, erotic thought.