"Gee, Mr. Creighton, I don't have my bikini or anything maybe I should go home if we're going swimming."

"Oh no, that's not necessary." We sure don't need swimsuits for what we're going to do. His eyes roved over her again, undressing her.

"You know, Janice, I've been watching you in class. I like you. You learn fast. You're a smart kid and a pretty one too."

"Thank you…" the girl stammered.

The teacher's arm had slacked around his pupil's waist before. Now to emphasize his point he tightened his grip, pulling her close to him with a powerful twist of his wrist. He dropped his hand to her knee, then began to trace the length of her thigh, teasingly. His fingers slipped around to the smooth, soft skin of the inner surface, traced that once again.

Once more, a little thrill of involuntary, unwanted pleasure raced through her blood. Gosh, what was happening to her? Whatever it was she was sure that her father would disapprove of it!

"Please, Mr. Creighton…"

"Why, baby?"

"Because," Janice said, "it's not right…"

"We're friends aren't we, Janice?" the teacher asked.

She nodded, thinking about it. "Yes," she said at last.

"Well, what are friends for if they don't show affection for one another. I'm just trying to show you how much I like you, Janice. I really want to show you…"

"I don't think…"

"Get close to me!" His voice was cold now, the boyish grin was long gone and his eyes looked evil. They sent a cold chill through the chaplain's daughter's blood. She shook her head. "Take me home, Mr. Creighton."

"Get your ass over here, Janice."

"I want to go home!" There was something weird about Mr. Creighton and she couldn't figure out what it was. He wanted to do something to her and why was he taking her to the beach? She was sorry she'd accepted his offer of a ride home now. They were a long way from her house and the town. Well, she wouldn't stay here and that was that.