Ann lay in bed and shivered with anger.

"That sonofabitch!" she muttered aloud. "That dirty, rotten…"

She got up and lit a cigarette, exhaling audibly. Her mind raced over the events of the day. God, it had begun so beautifully. Matt had stayed all night, I and of course they had gotten very little sleep, but her mind seemed to be deliciously aware of life for the first time.

Then, during the last period of the day, Johnny MacPhearson walked into the class, twenty minutes late.

"Hello, Teach," he had said, swaggering up to her with a cocky grin on his face.

The other students had expressed various reactions. Most of the girls looked at his lean, muscular frame, his handsome face, registering distinct approval. The boys seemed to sit up straighter, squaring their shoulders. There were a few giggles.

"I'm pleased to know you," Ann had said when he told her his name.

"Most of the ladies are pleased to know me," he said, running his right hand over his crotch in an obvious, lewd gesture.

Involuntarily, Ann had looked at where his hand rested, then feeling foolish and angry, she glared into his brown eyes.

But before she could recover from her confusion, he had reached out, his fingertips gazing against her tits.

"I think I'm really going to like pleasing you," he had said.

Ann raised tier hand to slap his insolent face, and then stopped short. She was playing completely into his hands. She gave him a long, scathing glance and walked toward the door.

"You will get out of my class this instant!" she said evenly, although her heart was pounding in her ears. "Come with me to the principal's office!"