"Thank you," she answered, turning to leave. "I'll think about it."

When she'd finished dinner that evening, Kathy decided to chive over to Chuck Fowler's home and speak to the boy and his father about it. If his father would agree to see that Chuck attended classes and turned in his assignments, Kathy had decided to give him another chance.

"Well, hello," leered the boy when he answered the door. "If it isn't my smart-ass teacher. Won't you please come in?"

Entering the house, she hoped that the whole mess could be resolved quickly.

"I'd like to speak to your father," she said to the huge boy who towered over her.

"Tough shit," he laughed. "My old man's out for the evening."

"Then I'll come another time," she said, turning to leave.

"No, stick around," he laughed, grasping her arm. "You can help me with my homework."

"What homework?"

"The same kind of homework you and your husband do in bed."

"You're disgusting!" she hissed, turning again to leave.

"And you're not leaving," he grinned. "I've often wondered if teachers are, as hot-cunted as they say."

"You filthy pig!' cried Kathy. "Wait until I report you."

"You won't," laughed the boy; starting to unbutton her blouse,.

"Stop that!" she shouted.

Grasping the young teacher around the waist, the powerful youth soon had her blouse off.

"Chuck!" she screamed. "I'll call the police if you don't leave me alone."

Not answering, he unsnapped 'her bra and quickly removed it.

"Nice tits," grinned the boy, grasping them in his big hands. "I'll bet your husband sure likes to suck 'em

"You filthy pig!" she screamed, enraged at what the youth was saying. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna eat your juicy little cunt," leered the big football player as he roughly pulled down the zipper on her skirt. "Then I might fuck you."