She started for the phone, but Tim was quicker. He pushed past her and stood in front of the phone so that she couldn't reach it. Suddenly she was afraid. There was a look in Tim's eyes that she didn't like.

She turned for the door, but the other four boys were blocking her way. One boy turned and shut the door and put the chain back into place.

"Let me out!" Erica commanded.

"Not until we finish what we came here to do," Tim said.

She realized she still had her drink in her hand. She threw it into Tim's face and started screaming. Her scream was cut short by a boy slipping in behind her and pressing his hand over her mouth. Tim hit her in the stomach.

All her breath emptied out with a whoosh. Her knees felt weak. She dropped her glass to the carpeted floor. The boy behind her released her and she almost fell.

"Now shut up!" Tim said. "Shut up or I'll hit you again, and next time it'll really hurt."

She knew he meant what he said. Tim played football and he was very strong. Erica looked for mercy in the faces of the other boys. She knew them all. All of them had a class under her. Danny Jeffries, Bill Hake, Joe Tyler and Carl Fenstein. Carl and Danny played football with Tim, but the other two boys were good students.

"Joe," she said. "Bill. Why are you letting him do this? I've never hurt you."

There was no mercy in their eyes.

"Such a tough teacher," Bill said. "Always pushing us around and fussing at us. Well, now we're here to teach you a few things that school doesn't teach."

"Maybe it should," Carl laughed. "That way we wouldn't have to learn on the streets."

"What do you mean?" Erica asked.

Tim grinned. "Have you ever been fucked, Miss Thomas?"

A cold chill went up Erica's back. She'd been afraid but never petrified. She'd always thought that she could handle any student as far as physical violence was concerned. Now she wasn't so sure. She had felt the strong anus that held her steady and the brutal hand over her mouth. These weren't just little children. These boys were strong.