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Every society is marked by an adolescent stage, a growing up period. It is a time when each young member of society feels he is infinitely more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment he often rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more marked than in an open society like ours.
Many an adult has smiled in remembrance of the time he snuck out back for a forbidden cigarette or beer. The time he challenged another boy to a drag race in his father’s car. The time he threw a firecracker in the school john.
Shelly Simpson’s story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way. She breaks the moral code and more importantly, her peer’s code. She learns to flaunt her body and give in to the passions she feels running so deep and hot in her blood. Indeed Shelly makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard. But the truth is that Shelly is searching for meaning in her life, for love and affection, not just pleasures of the flesh.
SHE SEDUCED HER TEACHERS — the story of a girl’s struggle to find herself, and the shattering experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
It was eight o’clock at night at St. Hilda’s School for Girls, and as usual everybody was bored. Miss Grubb, the dorm supervisor, had fallen asleep over a book and was face down at her desk. That gave the girls the chance they’d been waiting for.
“She’s out for the count,” announced Shelly Simpson, a petite blonde who was peeking through a keyhole. “Now she’s starting to snore.”
“Great,” said Lisa Davis. “Now we can quit studying.”
With sighs of relief, the teenaged girls closed their books. They were housed twelve to a dorm room, twelve single beds lined along the walls, twelve little desks. To the girls it was like a prison, even though it cost their parents a lot of money to keep them there.
“What’ll we do?” asked a plump girl named Cora.
“Talk,” Shelly sighed. “What else? We can’t make too much noise, or the old witch will wake up.”
“Then what’ll we talk about?” Cora asked.
“What else?” Lisa laughed. “Boys, of course. That’s all we ever talk about.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.