CALL ME BOB

BY CORNER GHOST

[ part 10 ]

I looked at the screen.

Marjorie seemed to have forced her class to undress and was abusing a young girl who she held face up over her lap. A mop of dark hair showed where another of her class was trapped between her legs.

I closed my eyes.

I zipped pass Pete and Jackie, passed through the door. The girl in Marjorie’s lap was screaming in terror and the boy was almost smothered. I rushed into Marjorie’s mind.

Somehow it felt cramped in there. I could feel an overriding fear of anything sexual, but coupled with this was pain . . . unending pain. It was as if someone hard wired her senses to feel this? But why? And more importantly How? I didn’t know.

I came across an obstruction which blocked my progress. It was like a locked door in a house, a room which restricted access to over half the house. I didn’t need to think but pictured a chainsaw and started to cut into it.

It was as if I’d opened a sluice-gate in a dam. I was thrown out of her body.

I opened my eyes, on the screen Marjorie was laying on the floor semi-conscious. The children were screaming away in terror.

I shook my head to clear it and started to run towards Marjorie’s classroom. Pete was politely knocking at the door. “Out of my way!” I called as I approached them. Pete took one look at me and then quickly dodged away from the door as I charged it.

The door was old and broke down quite easily, I’m glad to say. Jackie and Pete were torn between checking Marjorie and going to the children. I had no such problem. Marjorie was out of the picture but the two children trapped in her grip needed attention urgently.

“Tanya? John? I know you’re scared, I’m going to pick you up okay?” I said in a soothing voice. Then remembered that I’d only had one arm free, cursing my luck I pulled Tanya away and helped her to her feet. John was more of a problem, he wasn’t moving. I pulled him from between Marjorie’s legs and managed, somehow, to cradle him in my free arm. I was able to put my cast around Tanya, trying to protect them both from Marjorie.

“Oh Mr. Wilson! What’s wrong with Mrs. Wolanaski? She was hurting me.” Tanya said sobbing away. I only half listened to her as I was more concerned with John as he was just holding onto me, not saying anything.

“Headmaster? I suggest you get the children to dress and then take them out of here. Mrs. Johnston I think you’d better attend to Mrs. Wolanaski. I’ll take Tanya and John to my classroom.

I was handed the clothes for my two charges, Tanya held onto my cast while I carried John. I then walked them to my classroom.

I opened the door and entered. April stood up as I did so. I nodded to Tanya, “April, can you take Tanya to a desk and talk to her, she’s just had a nasty experience, one she wasn’t prepared for, just let her talk. Okay?” I asked, April smiled and took Tanya’s hands.

“Why are you naked?” Tanya asked April.

“I was rude to George yesterday and so Mr. Wilson teaching me a lesson.” April said smiling.

“Don’t you feel scared like that, I mean everyone can see your . . . your . . .” Tanya said and covered her mouth.

“Well? They can see yours as well! Why is Mr. Wilson holding your clothes?” April asked her. At which Tanya, who had quite forgot that she was also naked, started to cry. April took the younger girl in her arms. “It’s alright Tanya, there’s nothing wrong in how you look, and you’re a very pretty girl you know.” She said softly.

“Is that why Mrs. Wolanaski did that to me?” Tanya said between sobs.

“You tell me what happened to you, and then I’ll tell you what happened to me last night.” April said with a mischievous grin on her face.

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While I left Tanya with April I turned my attention to John. I was more concerned with him as he still hadn’t spoken. I sat him in a chair beside mine and then I sat down as well facing him.

“John? John I know you’ve had a terrible experience, but you need to let it out.” I said to him. But he still didn’t move.

I sighed, “John I want to do something but I need you to close your eyes and relax.” This time he raised his head to look at me, terror etched in his expression. “I’m not going to touch you or anything like that, I’m going to remain sitting here in my seat. Just here. Please trust me.” I added.

John dropped his eyes, I sat back in my seat and close my eyes.

‘WHAT DID SHE DO? WHY DID SHE DO IT? IT WASN’T RIGHT!’ The voice was screaming out in the gloom, with no direct source. Then there was the smell, it was everywhere. A strong musky smell that could almost be tasted it was so strong. I then noticed that there was a colour to the gloom – a very deep pink, almost . . . no exactly, not almost, a flesh colour. I knew what was happening here, the phase ‘what’s going on in your head’ was this. He was reliving the attack.

I was inside John’s mind, but now I had to find him – not just his thoughts but the essence of John. Now how to find him? ‘Hello John. Where are you?’ I called out to him, but only the echoes of my voice returned to me. I wandered on, finding happy memories but these were cowering away. I tried to coax them out but they wouldn’t move.

Then there was a brightness, I looked around – A screen was unravelling from the invisible sky. Then it showed a picture, I then realised that John was replaying one particular event, the most recent and horrendous one that he had.

The screen showed Marjorie entering the room. She was bigger than I remembered her, but then I was looking through a nine-year-olds’ eyes. She looked around and seemed to snarl at the screen, I realised she was looking at the group of children. “So they want you brats to learn about sex? UNDRESS ALL OF YOU!” She said and then started to undress herself, the screen showed the other children looking at each other. “WELL? It’s a straightforward order! STRIP OFF! All of you!” The naked teacher locked the door and then reached out to the screen.

I watched as Marjorie opened her legs, noting that she had no hair on her Mound of Venus, so I was looking at her bald pussy – then an extreme close-up of it as John’s face was mashed into it. Then came the musky smell again.

‘I didn’t want to! It’s not right!’ John’s voice sounded out.

‘NO JOHN, IT ISN’T RIGHT! YOU’RE CORRECT!’ I shouted out into the screen.

‘I didn’t want to do it!’ John’s voice said again.

‘I know you didn’t John, Mrs. Wolanaski isn’t here now. You’re in Mr. Wilson’s classroom, you’re safe now. Do you remember being taken to his room?’ I called out

‘I . . . I think so . . . I can’t . . . can’t . . .’ John voice stuttered.

The screen flared again, “So they want you brats to learn about sex? UNDRESS ALL OF YOU!” And the scene was repeated again.

‘JOHN! It happened! But there’s no need to dwell on it, move on, open your eyes and see the truth.’ I said and pointed to the screen. ‘But she’s not here John, she can’t hurt you, you’re safe’ I called again, ‘You have to file this away, allow your other memories to come out’

‘Are you sure? You’re not lying to me, are you?’ John said pitifully.

‘No John, I’m telling you the truth.’ I said simply and softly.

A small figure appeared in front of me, crying. I took him into my arms. ‘She scared me!’ John said quietly.

‘I know John, but she was the one at fault, you don’t need to punish yourself for something someone else has done to you!’ I told him as I held him.

‘I can’t forget about . . .’ He gestured to the screen where Marjorie was undressing.

‘No, but you can live with it. I know it’s easy for me to say, but it’s just as easy for you.’ I told him pushing the screen and compressing it down in half, then quarters. Finally it was small enough for me to push into a crack in a wall where it remained.

‘Now John, it’s time for you to wake up, come on John, wake up!’ I said and stepped back.

I opened my eyes, John was looking around, taking notice of where he was and then he started to cry. I gathered him in my free arm and held him.

“That’s it John, let it out.” I said to him softly.

“Sh . . . she’s . . . not . . . here?” He said between sobs, I shook my head.

“No John, she’s not here, you’re quite safe with me.” I told him. We remained like that for a few minutes until he stopped crying. Then he pulled away from me and pointed at Paul.

“Why isn’t he wearing any clothes?” He asked.

Paul saw the finger and started looking around, turning red when he realised that he was the one being pointed to.

“John, it’s rude to point. And Paul tried to take advantage of April, so I’m punishing him; he’s got to stay like that all day.” I said, “You, however, don’t deserve a punishment and so here’s your clothes.” I said handing him a pile of clothing, not looking at which set I had given him.

He picked up a skirt and looked at it. “This isn’t mine!” He said accusingly.

“It isn’t? Oh well then this must be yours and what you have must be Tanya’s.” I told him, passing him the other pile of clothing.

“Tanya? She’s like this as well? . . . Where is she?” He added looking around.

I looked as well and then gestured (no I didn’t point!) “She’s over there trading secrets with April, but you keep dressing.” I said to him and then got up, and walked to April taking Tanya’s clothes with me.

April and Tanya were deep in conversation as I approached, when they saw me they both became quiet.

“How are you feeling now Tanya?” I asked her handing over her clothes, when she saw her knickers on top she blushed and quickly hid them at the bottom of the pile.

“Better thank you Mr. Wilson.” She said, and then she went to ask a question and hesitated.

“Go on Tanya, I won’t mind anything you ask me.” I said

Tanya glanced at April and then back to me before deciding to ask her question. “Well . . . April said that when . . . when her mother . . .” She blushed and turned her face to hide it in April’s chest.

“Tanya, don’t worry. I’m teaching my class not to be scared of asking personal questions. Take a deep breath and try again.” I said gently.

“It’s okay Tanya, Mr. Wilson’s nice.” April said softly moving Tanya back to face me.

Tanya blushed and then breathed deeply, “April said that when her mother touched her . . . down there . . . it felt nice and didn’t really hurt her at all. But when Mrs. Wolanaski . . . did what she did to me, it hurt me! Why did it hurt me Mr. Wilson?” She asked me.

I sat down, aware that I was being listened to by most of the class. “Well Tanya when Mrs. Wolanaski grabbed hold of you how did you feel?” I asked her.

She screwed up her eyes as she tried to remember.

“I was scared, Mrs. Wolanaski frightened me, she was so angry that I didn’t want to be with her.” Tanya said.

I turned to April. “Well April, I assume your mother and you had something last night?” I asked her, she blushed and Tanya giggled, “So how did you feel when she did whatever it was she did to you?” I asked.

“Well I’d just taken a shower so I was feeling relaxed, and Mummy looked so nice and I was happy . . .” She looked at me with her eyes wide open, “I wanted her to touch me . . . was that the reason why it didn’t hurt so much?” She asked me.

I nodded, “Well there’s that, it’s mainly attitude that dictates how we react and feel. But also when we’re scared then the body tenses up and tightens, so that is why Mrs. Wolanaski seemed to hurt you.”

But she did hurt me!” Tanya protested.

I nodded, “Yes Tanya, I’m not saying she didn’t, all I’m saying is that because you were scared and didn’t want her to touch you it made it hurt a lot more. If you had liked Mrs. Wolanaski, or if she had given you more time the end result may have been different. Anyway Tanya why don’t you get dressed and just sit here with April until lunch-time, after that we’ll see. Okay?” I finished smiling at her.

“Alright Mr. Wilson . . . and thanks . . . I think?” She said with a small smile on her lips.

I got up and walked away from the two girls, mainly I didn’t want to embarrass Tanya as she dressed. I returned to John who was now dressed and wiping his eyes. I smiled at him, “Better now?” I asked him, he nodded sadly. “Why don’t you sit over there with Tanya and April, it’s only a few minutes to lunch-break and I’ll find out what’s happening.” I told him.

John looked to where the two girls were, Tanya was just putting her skirt on and April was helping her. “But she’s . . . she’s.” John stuttered his words.

“April is undressed because she also misbehaved yesterday, but I think she likes it, you may ask her questions but you’re not allowed to touch her without her permission.” He looked back at me.

“You mean she might let me . . .” He couldn’t finish the question.

“It’s her choice, but she has to agree, you can’t force her.” I said to him he nodded, understanding my words in a way that he shouldn’t have been able to for his age.

The rest of the lesson was spent in going over the water cycle, (evaporation into clouds, as the clouds rise they release rain which forms into rivers, ponds and lakes, when the sun shines the water evaporates – I know you knew but it always helps to explain things!)

The bell rang for the lunch break and I looked at Paul and April. “If you two prefer to dress for lunch then that’s fine with me, but you will all be naked during the afternoon session when we’ll be having a questions session.

April raised her hand and I nodded to her, “Will you be naked as well Mr. Wilson?” She said smiling.

“We’ll have to see!” I said enigmatically. And gestured to the door to let the kids out.

John stopped before he left, “Mr. Wilson? Where will Tanya and me go after lunch?” He said.

“The question is where will Tanya and I go after lunch, John. The answer is I’m not sure, report back here and I’ll know better, but it might be helpful to you both if you attend the lesson after all you’ve been through.” I said.

He gave a small smile and left the room, the last persons in the room were April and Paul who were both talking in low voices. “Well you two, what’s your decision?” I asked them.

April looked up and smiled, “Well Mr. Wilson, I know we’re to stay naked as part of the punishment . . . but the playground is too hot with the sun shining and so would it be alright if we wear shoes and socks?” She asked me.

I rubbed my chin as if in thinking, I didn’t want them hurting their feet and kids are rather rough at play. “Very well then, if you have to.” I said grudgingly and then smiled to show that I was kidding. “No, I mean yes go ahead. It’s supposed to be a punishment not a torture.” Both smiled gratefully to me and quickly donned their shoes and socks, then they were out to join the throng, accompanied by loud cheers from the other children already outside. – I must hasten to say that the playground is completely enclosed by the school and wasn’t overlooked by causal passer-by’s so there would be no complaints from neighbours.

I took my tour of duty watching the pupils in the playground, it should have been Marjorie’s turn but she was still unavailable – having been locked away with Jackie since her ‘brainstorm’.

I could see a crowd of kids around both April and Paul, I had already made sure that they were only being looked at, not physically touched by the onlookers. I also noticed that Tanya and John stayed close to April.

Jackie came up after half-an-hour and looked around. “Where’s John, I couldn’t find him in your classroom! I’ve only just seen what had happened to him and I’m very worried about him.” She said looking concerned.

I gestured – alright then, I pointed! – to the group. “He’s better now, just needed to come to terms with what happened to him and Tanya.” I said.

She looked at me in amazement, “It isn’t possible! I’ve read about such incidents and the victims have been traumatised! It’s taken weeks just to get them to talk, let alone understand!” She said awe in her voice.

I was very close to telling her how I managed to do it, but a crow cawed at that point making us both look up. It ruffled its feathers and looked at us before flying away. The moment was lost. “I just help him that’s all! What’s going to happen about Tanya and John?” I asked.

Jackie looked slightly guilty, “Well . . . that’s the problem.” She began, “Marjorie’s not fit to continue for the time being, so we’re splitting her class up for today as Jenny Wilkinson isn’t arriving until tomorrow, the headmaster did try to contact her but she wasn’t available,” Jackie said in an aside, “So if you wouldn’t mind taking Tanya and John for the afternoon?” Jackie finally asked me.

I thought for a moment, they needed support more than anything, what my class were doing might not give them that, “I . . . don’t know, you do remember what I’m scheduled to do this afternoon?” I asked her – I had passed to her a copy of my curriculum so that, if necessary, another teacher could carry on.

“Of course! By the way I’m looking forward to tomorrow.” She said and then at my puzzled look added, “Well if you’re still at the hospital I’ll be in charge of your class for the afternoon.” She said and her eyes sparkled, then she added, “And that’s why I’m suggesting that Tanya and John stay with you, it may help them cope better over today, I mean your success with John shows how good you are.” She looked again to where John and Tanya were talking with April.

“I’m not too sure, I mean would it be proper to force them to undress with the rest of the class . . . wasn’t that what Marjorie did?” I said, “And anyway have we got their permission slips back yet?”

Jackie smiled at me, “I did check and yes we have. So you can’t use that as an excuse! So will you take them?” She pestered me.

“Alright then! But if they protest or freak out I’m going to blame you!” I said.

Jackie just smiled at me, “They won’t do that . . . you’d never let them get that far.” And then she walked away towards April who was proudly strutting along in her nakedness.

I didn’t hear what was said, I was too far away and I didn’t want to ‘jump’ there as it would have been too conspicuous anyway, how could I say I fell asleep while I was supposed to be watching the children? But the effects could be seen as Tanya began jumping up and down with glee and John seemed happy as well. Then they began to turn their eyes towards me and started to smile . . . I wonder what April had told them?