She hesitated for another moment, and then she thought she could detect a vague whimpering. This convinced her to act, and, resolving to take a quick look inside just to set her mind at ease, Lisa pushed open the swing-door. Just inside was a plywood partition which acted as a screen to protect the girls' privacy as they changed or took showers. On the other side were the three rows of back-to-back metal lockers, with the tile shower room on the right and the exit to the gym on the left. The unknown sounds were in the direction of the showers, and, as she walked quietly toward the last row of lockers, she wondered if they were human or animal, or perhaps the dripping of a shower nozzle left on inadvertently when the students had hurriedly departed.

Louder now, closer and more distinct the sounds beckoned her nearer. Well, the noises were obviously not from the shower, she told herself irritably; while it might be wet, a shower drip would splash, not whimper and moan! She turned the corner of the locker row, gazing idly down the length, half-expecting it to be empty as the other two had been. Then her heart leaped into her throat!

Oh God! she cried silently, biting her lip to keep from screaming out in shock. On the long wooden bench in the middle of the aisle was a naked adolescent girl. Naked girls on locker-room benches are very ordinary and far from surprising in themselves – it was how this girl was naked that blew the blonde teacher's mind!

Lisa Hamilton recognized the maturing body of young Marge Spanner, a darkhaired girl who took one of her morning classes. Marge was lying on her back, her firm nubile breasts swelling high and perky, their tiny brown nipples standing straight up in quivering hardness. Her ripely curved buttocks were at the edge of the bench, her slender white thighs scissored open to lewdly expose the thin pink lips and sparse pubic hair of her developing vagina. Her bare feet were flat on the floor, and squatting between her widespread legs was a large German shepherd dog.