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An educator's lesson.

An educator's lesson.

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Jean Batard ran his fingers through his ginger hair as he watched Miss Virginia Perkins as she walked out of his office. He picked up the envelope that the little blond had thrown at him. He was enough of a gentleman not to count the money in front of the young beauty. If it was not all there he knew where and how to find the ravishing young beauty. She was gone now the clicking of her heels fading as she ran from his office and the building.

“ One hundred, two hundred, three hundred………”

Batard smiled as he thumbed the bills making sure Miss Perkins had paid her fee, for terminating her contract early, had paid for her freedom.

“……….one thousand.”

These young college student lived mostly hand to mouth and could ill afford to lose their position. Position the irony of the word brought a wicked smile to his lips and cruel laughter bubbling from deep within his chest. Batard shook off his laughter and reached for his phone. Land lines, so dam archaic, but it took a court order to tap them and most people thought that they no longer even existed, with the wide and almost exclusive use of cell phones. He dialed the number he knew so well. He listen as the number he called kept ringing and ringing. Finally there was the tell tale click, and a familiar voice.

“Dean Scolfield State University.”

“Paul Miss Perkins has terminated her contract with the Johnstown school district………..yes Paul she paid the termination fee……..Yes one thousand…………”

Jean smiled for he never said that Scolfield could look forward to a five hundred dollar windfall in the next couple of days in the mail, there was no need to.

“ I think something a little more spicy Paul…….shall we say a redhead this time……….I was quite disappointed that Miss Perkins cuffs and collar did not matched, but then as you know I have a way of fixing that little problem.”

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It was three weeks sense Virginia Perkins had terminated her contract with the school district. It was the start of a new semester at State and Batard was looked forward to interviewing the candidates that Dean Scolfield had sent for his approval. Jean sigh he was quite disappointed with the young women that Scolfield had sent.

”Your next appointment is hear Mr. Batard.”

“Thank you Miss Conway please send her in.”

Julie Conway had almost cooed. Jean knew Julie’s taste were very close to his own. A soft almost hesitant knock.

“Enter,”

His voice was brisk, very professional, and business like.
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Peyton Greer woke up early to get ready for the hour long trip to her interview. When she had received a call from Dean Schofield's office about a possible job, she was flattered and excited, until she learned it was in Deerfield, two miles from the Texas border and hours away from anything else. Despite that, the money would be good, and as a soon-to-be graduate, she needed something. As she put on makeup and pondered life in the country, she felt anxious, since none of her prior interviews had panned out. She hoped she could get this one to go well and get the job, though she would know that it would only ever be a stepping stone position.

She arrived on time, noticing the school was a bit dumpy, and quite small. However the population here had to be no more than maybe two thousand people, and to expect some ornate facility was stupid. Instead, the place looked old, perhaps built in the 70s, and it would likely be okay for the year or two, at most, that she would be here. She filled out a sign in form at the main office where a dumpy looking older woman directed her down the hall and to the door on the left. Peyton straightened her dress and slowly found her destination before encountering another, more attractive woman, who introduced herself as Julie, then told the girl to have a seat. Moments later, a woman left in a hurry, then a voice over the phone instructed the next person to be sent in.

"Mr. Bacardi is ready for you," the woman, Julie, said, seeming to eye Peyton up and down as she rose. Peyton stepped around the front desk and knocked quietly on the door.

"Enter," a voice came. Peyton looked hesitant until Julie nodded. She opened the door and walked in. She noticed a man, perhaps older than her father, but still ruggedly appealing, in the room.

"Hello," she said, stepping forward with a slight wave before remembering to offer her hand to shake. "I'm....uh....Peyton.....Greer." She said. She felt the interview was already on shaky ground. She breathed a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Thank you for the interview," she said. "I'm glad to be here."

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Batard was pleasantly surprised as the young woman entered his office. Young woman, more a girl he thought as she waved to him instead of extending her had to him as might be expected. There was a sensual shyness in her voice as she said hello. Jean could see that this stunning young creature was nervous as she stammered,

I'm....uh....Peyton.....Greer……. I'm glad to be here."

“Have a seat Miss Peyton and tell me a little about yourself and what are you looking for.”

Jean gave Peyton a reassuring smile. He heard her first few halting words as he tented his fingers before his face. Batard had dark hazel eyes that saw everything without appearing to look. He study the young woman before him, the way her breast seemed to strain against the girl’s blue and white blouse, the hint of cleavage, the firm curve of her breasts. He loved her tawny copper hair and the way it draped over her shoulder the silken tips just brushing the sensual curve of her breast. He made a mental note to make sure that Miss Peyton Greer would be required to wear her hair up. Peyton babbled on about her hopes and dreams and the awards she had won in college, yet Batard was noticing how her short little skirt had slid up her legs giving him a view of her soft velvety thigh when she had sat. Batard slowly came back to the moment as Peyton Greer paused to take a breath.

“Miss Greer I see by your resume that you are more than qualified…………….”

His dark eyes looked directly and boldly into her soft hazel eyes.

“ ………it said you were looking for a teaching position at a Charter or Magnet school……….”

Again he paused as he studied her body language and whether she would drop her eyes from his steady gaze.

“ The Deerfield school is far from those models of modern educations………. Deerfield is a Southern Methodist town with strict dress codes for both students and teachers.”

The rest of the interview was a matter of standard question that one would expect. He listen to Peyton’s answers as be began to build an impression of her character and if she would be suited to what he desired in a young teacher. Batard terminated the interview by giving Peyton Greer a packet of the school dress codes for both students and teachers. He slowly rose and extended his hand to Peyton.

“Thank you for coming in today Miss Greer.”

He held her hand in his, a little longer than necessary for a simple handshake, before letting her dainty hand slip from his.

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The dress code called for male students to wear white shirt, khaki slacks and brown shoes. The female students were required to wear white button down blouses, blue skirts and a matching vest. The female teachers were required to wear the hair up in a French Braid or bun, a modest white blouse and dove grey “A” line skirt, and black shoes with a low pump heel. On the last page of the of the dress code was penciled in what her starting salary would be……….twice what had been offered by any other district, and an offer to locate housing for her.

Batard let Peyton worry and fret as she tried to find a position more suited to her dreams. He waited for three weeks before calling. He listen as her phone rang.

“Miss Peyton this is Jean Batard of the Johnstown School District……….I would like to offer you the position at the Deerfield school.”
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Peyton had been anxious during her interview and the man across from her, Mr. Batard, seemed to consume all of the intensity and reflect it back upon her through his eyes as he asked questions that seemed simple enough, but left her wondering if she had made a fool of herself. The interview ended abruptly when he handed her an information packet and thanked her for coming. He gave no insight on how she had done, and the job had not been offered. She tossed the information packet in the passenger seat of her car, fighting back tears long enough to get on the highway, where she wondered where she would look for the next interview. Moments after she took to the highway, her phone rang. She saw her boyfriend's name appear on the screen and she felt both embarrassed that she would have to tell him the interview went poorly, and warm that she had someone so great to support her.

"Hey," she answered.

"How did it go?" Derek Lee asked. His girlfriend of two years had become much of his universe, since he had left college a year before her to begin a consulting company and since he had decided before even that that it was her that he wanted to have as the companion to his life.

"Not okay," she said, her voice cracking. "I don't think he liked me the minute I walked in."

"Well," Derek said. "Are you sure? Did he say anything?"

"I could just tell," she said, before telling her more of her fears that she would not find a job. Since they had dated and grown closer, she knew Derek was the man she wanted to be with. She fully expected that she would find a job, they would become engaged around Christmas time, and perhaps they would marry next summer, just over a year from now. This latest feeling of rejection seemed to threaten her hopes for such plans. She appreciated that he would console her, but she was upset that she had to be so weak for him to console. The two exchanged a bit more conversation before making plans for dinner, before making plans to spend the weekend together, which they did often. She would forget this feeling and she would resume her job search the following week.

Three weeks later, Derek was with her in the car when she received the call from Mr. Batard. And it was Derek who took her out for an amazing dinner and made love to her that night as the two celebrated what felt like her first real success. They would figure out the details of living together and building a life together at a later time. But in the weeks that followed, Derek helped her to find a small rental home near the school district and move in the weekend before she was to report. She felt lonely as he left her the Sunday night before her first day to report, and she thought of him as she braided her hair and slipped into the required school uniform for the first day of work. She knew that a year in the district could help her relocate closer to him, and she was eager to get started and do well. At 8am that day, she found herself sitting in Julie's office once more, ready for Mr. Batard to arrive and greet her on her first day.
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Jean Batard looked forward to his meeting this morning with Miss Peyton Greer. Yet he was not the only one looking forward to seeing the young redheaded beauty again. Julie Conway smiled as she saw Peyton Greer enter and knew Jean would be pleased at how the girl’s modest white blouse and dove grey “A” line skirt, flattered her figure, and her little black pumps accentuated the sensual curve of her calves.

Mr. Batard, Miss Greer is here,”

There was a momentary pause before Conway answered.

“ Yes Sir I will send her right.”

Batard was seated behind his desk and smiled up into the girl’s soft hazel eyes.

“All ready for your First Day Miss Greer…………….That is just as soon as you sign your contract.”

Batard handed Peyton the contract that was several pages long. He smiled as he watched her read it and then sign and date it. Such an innocent trusting little thing she was. He also knew that later Julie Conway would insert the pages that would soon have Miss Peyton Greer in debt right up to her little ears with no way out. Batard took the signed contract and smiled up at Julie.

“Welcome to the Johnstown School District Miss Greer .”

He extended his hand taking Peyton’s in his as he welcomed her to her new position. He held the young beauty’s hand just a little longer than necessary before letting it slip from his.

“Now I am imagine you would like to see Deerfield school.”

He handed Ms. Conway Peyton’s singed contract for her to file, after she added the additional pages to it. Peyton was not the first young beauty to fall into their trap, and when and if it he contract was reviewed it would be seamless with no indication that additional pages and clauses had been added. The thought brought a smile to his lips as he drove Peyton out to Deerfield school which was a good thirty miles from Johnstown across the dusty plains.

“I assume you have a car Miss Greer. So tell me have you found a place to live yet?”

The school was a left over from the late fifties, a three story affair of yellow brick, with a central staircase. The classrooms, as the idealistic young teacher would soon learn, were cramped and hot as there was no Air Conditioning. They featured blackboards and chalk as Peyton’s main teaching aids. She was introduced to Mr. Fulbright the principle, who explained that she had her choice of teaching English or Math. He explained that the Math position would have her teaching four periods as well as night school five nights a week. The English position was only three period a day and four Night school sessions, both required that she teach a Friday night school.

Three weeks had passed before Peyton received a note from Mr. Batard.

“Miss Greer,
There will be a get together or all new hires this Friday at nine o’clock at Deerfield School so the school Board can meet our new teachers.

Sincerely,
Jean Batard
School Superintendent


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Peyton Greer had little time to make the Get-together and no chance to change as her night school class ended at a quarter to nine. There were two other teachers that were new hires, Mrs. Prescott who was in her mid thirties, and Carroll Wingate who was in her late twenties. The board seemed to be all men, and Ms. Conway was there as well. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves the men had beers, or scotch. Mrs. Prescott was enjoying a white wine and Carroll Wingate a light beer

“Miss Greer what can I get you to drink?”

Jean Batard politely asked Peyton. Principle Fulbright joined them.

“Miss Greer I would like you to meet Dr. Evans our newest school board member.”

This allowed Jean to get Peyton her drink and a little something added to help make this little get together a party, with Miss Peyton Greer the evening’s entertainment.
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Peyton saw Mr. Batard at his desk as she entered his office for what was only the second time. He presented her with a contract and she reviewed it, satisfied that it was standard in nature and included appropriate terms. She scrawled her signature across the bottom line and returned it to the superintendent.

“Welcome to the Johnstown School District Miss Greer,” he said. She smiled, happy that the deal had been completed and her first teaching job secured.

"Thank you!" she said, shaking Batard's hand before following him to take her to the Deerfield school. They arrived and Peyton knew immediately that the school would not be ideal, though it would be her home, at least for the next year. On the way there, she had assured Batard that she had a car to drive, as well as a rental home in which to stay. Everything was in place, and she was pleased with that as well. Inside the school, the hallways were dull, in need of paint and natural lighting. The principal, Mr. Fulbright, seemed pleasant, if not attractive, and he told her that she had an option to teach English or Math. Her degree had been in literature, and the natural choice was English. The decision was easy. She paused when she was informed she would teach night school four nights a week, including Fridays. She was frustrated that this was never explained before taking the job. Nevertheless, she had already paid rent and moved, and she had made the commitment. She would make do.

In her first weeks at the school, she became acquainted with her students and her co-workers. She wondered why so many of the teachers seemed beaten down and downtrodden. The younger ones seemed more desolate than those who had been there for years, even, which seemed odd. Odder still, nobody had a bad thing to say about the place, but all looked like they would spill some horrible secret that could get them fired in an instant if pressed. Peyton, however, didn't press. On Monday, after she had been teaching several weeks, she found a note in her box in the teacher's lounge, informing her of a new hire gathering at the school before the members of the school board. She made a note of it on her calendar and planned to attend.

When Friday came, Peyton cleared the chalkboard quickly after the students left the room, and it was then that she looked at the clock. She had no time to go home or change, and she simply made it to the formal reception room in time for the meeting. There, she saw Mrs. Prescott and Miss Wingate, both of whom she had met earlier in the past few weeks. After saying hello, she was offered a drink by Mr. Batard, and she requested a simple glass of white wine, which she was quickly handed.

“Miss Greer," Batard then said. "I would like you to meet Dr. Evans our newest school board member.” She said hello to the large man standing with Batard, who made his introduction along with scanning the length of her body, head to toe, making her the slightest bit uncomfortable. Grabbing her drink from Mr. Batard, she took a sip, while asking Batard about the other board members, noticing them talking to the other new hires, as well as Ms. Conway. It was nice of them to be so welcoming, she though to herself. Perhaps this place would be okay to work after all.
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These little gatherings where an opportunity for the board members to see and talk to the new year’s crop of young teachers. Each member of the board had their own preference for what they were looking for. Principal Fulbright enjoyed a more mature woman and that had earned Mrs. Prescott her invitation to gathering, plus there was the added enticement that she was married. Batard knew that Fulbright loved living on the edge and courting danger more than any other member of the board. He had Mrs. Prescott cornered.

“So tell me Mrs. Prescott how are you settling in here at Deerfield?”

Fulbright asked as he handed the dark hair beauty another glass of wine.

It is a bit of a trying schedule what with my two Algebra classes, the Physics class and then there are the three nights teaching night school.

Julie Prescott answered as she took another sip of her wine.

“Julie isn’t Mrs. Prescott?”

Julie Prescott seemed to relax more and more as she sipped her wine and Principal Fulbright was now standing very close to her as they chatted. An easy conquest Jean Batard thought to himself as he watched Mrs. Prescott and the Principal. As he poured Peyton’s wine, he watched the interplay between Carroll Wingate and judge Mathews.

“Carroll is it Miss Wingate?”

Mathews asked as he sipped his scotch. His eyes boldly took in the young blonde’s sensual curves. The young teacher seemed not to notice the way that Judge Matthews was looking at her. Batard suspected it was because the ravishing young blonde was use to being the center of attention. Jean mentally crossed Carroll Wingate of his list, she would not present that challenges that he so enjoyed and he suspected she would be too easy, too submissive.

“Perhaps something a little bit more daring Carroll?”

The judge did not wait for Carroll Wingate to answer but handed the stunning young blonde a glass with two fingers of scotch, straight. Carroll giggled as he took her light beer from her, and handed her the scotch.

“Bottoms up Carroll.”

“Bottoms up.”

Carroll Wingate repeated as she took a long sip of scotch, gave Judge a saucy little wink, and a wicked smile bowed the judge’s thin lips as he too took another sip of scotch.

As Jean Batard watched the Judge and Miss Wingate his suspicions seemed to be confirmed. Jean’s tastes ran to a firrier, a more spirited beauty, which needed to be forced and bent to his will. His eyes went once more to the sweet redheaded beauty, Miss Peyton Greer.

“Miss Greer, I would like you to meet Dr. Evans our newest school board member.”

Batard’s voice was pleasantly conversational as he made the introductions and handed Peyton her glass of white wine.

Evans new that this being the first gathering that he had been invited as a member of the school board meant he could only watch and not participate. He engaged Peyton in pleasant conversation for a few minutes before moving on to mix with the other members of the school board. That meant that Peyton Greer was once more alone with Batard.

“Miss Greer are you enjoying yourself?”

He asked as he handed Peyton another glass of wine. Julie Prescott and Carroll Wingate seemed to be very relaxed and very giggly, and quite appreciative of the attentions that Principal Fulbright and Judge Mathews were lavishing on them.
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Peyton watched the exchanging of pleasantries among those from the district and those, like her, new to it from a small distance as the other new teachers seemed genuinely welcomed by the board members. At times, the board members seemed a bit too interested, but for her, and for others she was sure, it was not all that uncommon when interacting with older men. She had learned even as a young girl to simply maintain a distance, and try not to give any suggestion of interest where there was none, and usually any problems blew over. She found herself more interested in the other women than the board members, for they were likely new to town as well, and perhaps they could be friends. Time would tell. And in only a brief few moments, Mr. Batard, the superintendent was again by her side, before she had opportunity to speak to the others. She thanked him for the drink just before he spoke.

“Miss Greer," he said. "I would like you to meet Dr. Evans our newest school board member.” A thin man, in perhaps his sixties, with a dour expression stepped forth and offered his hand.

"Hello," she said, offering her own as a professional. "I'm Peyton Greer."

"Hi Peyton," Dr. Evans said, just before she sipped her wine. They spoke momentarily, all small talk, how she was settling in, how the students were behaving, until Dr. Evans excused himself and mingled with some of the others in the room.

“Miss Greer are you enjoying yourself?” she heard Mr. Batard approach, offering her another glass of wine.

"Oh, no thank you," she said, setting it aside nearby after a single sip. "I mean, I am enjoying myself so far. The kids seem eager to learn and don't behave too badly. I think it will work out just fine." She noticed the other new teachers becoming giggly and wanted to maintain some decorum. It was too early in her career to jeopardize it. "I did want to ask about vacation time holiday schedules," she said, bringing up legitimate things she had forgotten to ask. "My family and boyfriend still live in the city and I plan on going to visit from time to time, when I can. Derek will, of course, visit here as well, at times." She noted that she had not yet received the calendar for the holidays and in service days. "I just want to be able to plan ahead." She gave a reticent smile, not wanting to give any impression she was looking to get away from working already. That wasn't like her, and she did not want Batard thinking it was.
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"Oh, no thank you,"

There was something In Peyton’s soft voice, an almost angelic quality to it that touched something deep, and dark inside Jean Batard. No young beauty had aroused his darkest desires in a very long time. Normally he was content to supply the younger teachers, the prettier teacher to the board members or anyone in the dusty little community that had the money to pay for their favors, while he savored their youthful charms from time to time. Woman like Julie Prescott presented more of a challenge, but not an insurmountable one. True Julie was older but she still had a gorgeous body, a pretty face and he was sure she knew how to use them to please a man.

"I mean, I am enjoying myself so far. The kids seem eager to learn and don't behave too badly. I think it will work out just fine."

Her soft voice called him back from his critical evaluation of Julie Prescott. Batard noticed that Peyton had only a sip from her second glass of wine before setting it aside. Damn Jean thought, it would have been so much quicker if the sweet little redhead had a second dose of that little something special in her wine. Batard smiled as Peyton continued with her earnest questions.

"I did want to ask about vacation time holiday schedules. My family and boyfriend still live in the city and I plan on going to visit from time to time, when I can. Derek will, of course, visit here as well, at times."

“The holiday schedule and the teacher service days will be coming out at the end of next week Miss Greer.”

Then a very serious look marred Batard’s features. The superintendent seemed to hesitate for a moment, that worried look deepening, as if he was not sure what to say.

"I just want to be able to plan ahead."

“Miss Greer your visit to the city, your parents and your boyfriend are of course your business…..”

Jean coughed into his hand before he continued.

“But I am afraid that Derek cannot come here to visit you Miss Greer. As I told you at your interview this is a very conservative community and then there is the morality clause in your contract. I am afraid that if anyone learned of his visits…….it would be grounds for your immediate dismissal, and there would be the $3,000.00 penalty for early termination of your contract.”

Batard savored how that sweet little reticent smile slowly faded from Peyton's angelic face as he spoke. He so did love toying with young innocents like Peyton Greer, In fact he lived for it.

Across the room Judge Matthew was leaning very close to Carroll Wingate his fingers toying with the top button of her blouse. Principal Fulbright was whispering something in Julie Prescott’s ear and she blushed a deep shade of pink. Ms. Conway now came to join Peyton and Batard casually cutting off the young teacher’s avenue of escape.
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