Ozgood Blatherton may have been pompous and career-hungry, but he was also devilishly shrewd, and he saw that while he could take all the credit if the sex education course went well, he had to be careful or he would be ruined if something went wrong. None of the other teachers at Montock High could be used, as they all had been at the school for years and years, but Joan Frazer was a new arrival, only having taught at Montock for one year previous to this. She was unmarried and young, and therefore automatically suspect in the eyes of the community, and worse, she had come from "Back East" somewhere, from one of the big cities. In time she might prove her worth to the town, but right now she would serve as a perfect scapegoat if Ozgood Blatherton's plan back-fired on him.

Joan's credentials had been perfect when she first came to Montock seeking work, and even though some people had thought it strange that she would chose such an out-of-the-way place, the local School Board had hired her immediately. What the town didn't know, and what would have turned Blatherton to an ashen grey if he had learned, was that in her heart, Joan was carrying a guilty and soul-sickening secret. In reality, the principal couldn't have picked a worse person to teach the young boys and girls about sex, for it was the same as sending a fox into a chicken-coop to teach hens how to lay eggs. The outwardly prim school-marm had been running from arrest and censure when she'd arrived in Montock, just as she'd been fleeing from one terrible incident after another since she had grown to adulthood. It was the damning secret which had prevented her from marrying, and kept her crying herself to sleep on cold, lonely nights…

Joan Frazer was a pedophile!

The inwardly depraved older woman had been cursed with a maddening desire for young boys, adolescents 14 and 15 who were less than half her age! It had all started when she was twelve; a boy cousin two years older introduced her to the pleasant wonders of sex while her parents were out.