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The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor had been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation’s finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs. Insignificant-looking cysts reveal malignant tumors.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in the tree-shaded, picket-and-wrought-iron-fenced boarding schools of middle and upper-middle-class America?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity an exclusive right of the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate would like to think?
HOT TEACHER—the serious and shocking story of one school and of some of the students and a teacher who helped crack the facade—and watched it crumble about their heads.
Miss Sylvia Nolan, a prim-looking schoolteacher of thirty-seven, stood watching a dozen naked boys. It was only by accident that she’d come upon the school shower room, but now she couldn’t seem to tear herself away. She watched the sleek young bodies, the pale flopping cocks, and she felt strange sensations.
Miss Nolan was brand-new to the Flagg Boys’ School. Only that morning she’d had her interview with Eldon Flagg, founder and principal of the school, and her classes didn’t start till tomorrow. She was just strolling around, acquainting herself with the grounds and building, when she happened upon the shower room.
So far the boys hadn’t noticed her. She was standing in the shadows of the locker room, and she had an excellent view of the well-lit shower room where the boys were whooping and laughing and dousing each other with water. Sylvia knew that she ought to move on quickly and discreetly, but she felt hypnotized by the scene before her.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.