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CALL ME BOB [ part 3 ] A week later there were changes in the school, the windows all had blinds and the doors had secure locks. CCTV cameras were in every room, in some cases two of them under the control of the teacher. All rooms were being soundproofed - mine was the first to be done. And new school rules were added - All pupils have to follow the orders of their teachers, any infraction will result in expulsion from the school. Also the re-introduction of school uniform instead of the casual clothes. For girls it was navy-blue knickers and vests, with grey dresses. For boys it was white y-fronts, grey trousers, white shirts and grey v-necked pullovers. Any infraction from the uniform would involve corporal punishment, administered in any form that the teacher thought necessary. (That was a difficult one to get introduced as it went against the law, but after a few nights the Chief Constable of the police and local MP's were all for it!) I also received special instructions from the governors informing me that I was to run the sex education classes for the school. I would be in charge of the curriculum and no other teacher would be able to interfere with my work. Letters were sent to all parents and guardians about the changes and consent forms were despatched as well, we had to have their agreements to anything we wanted to teach their little darlings. ---- I returned to the school, with my arm in a sling but able to work according to the doctors. I entered my classroom and shut the door - the noise of the outside world was muted considerably. The children were standing behind their chairs, all in their uniforms, most looking neat and presentable, although there were a couple of boys who couldn't wear their shirts without the backs sticking out over their trousers. I called the register and noted that only a couple of children were absent - their parents didn't agree to the new rules. "Okay class this term we're going to be doing something slightly different. I asked you parents to fill out the permission slips have you all got them?" I asked the class of attendant children, one girl a lovely blond headed waif held up her hand. "Yes, Jessica?" I recognised her, she stood. "Please Mr. Wilson. My mummy won't let me; she doesn't like the idea of schools teaching Sex." Jessica said in a sad tone, which made me think that mummy didn't like her learning anything. "Well don't worry Jessica; we'll see what she says tomorrow." I said to the girl, "Are there any others?" I said generally, a couple of children raised their hands. It seems I was going to have a busy night! I arrived home to find that Mary Arnold, 5 doors away had cooked me a dinner and she was serving it just as I arrived home. "Thank you Mary, that's so nice of you." I said to her smiling. "That's alright Bob; you know we'll all looking out for you. Now if you need any more there's some in the oven keeping warm. I'd better get home now, bye." I waved goodbye to her and sat down at the table. This had been happening a lot for the past week, I think they've got up a rota of who is going to cook me dinner, and some of them were teaching their kids how to cook as well, just to ensure that I would be looked after later. I finished the meal - no I didn't need any more, the portion was enough for me - and washed up. I went through the work that the kids had done that day, the spelling and handwriting could improve, but nowadays that doesn't seem so important - many of them even have mobile phones and could txt m8's when they wanted to! I quickly finished that and then started planning the lessons for tomorrow, with any luck I should be able to begin the special lessons in the afternoon, just enough time to check all the consent forms. Oh yes the consent forms let's see the list. Jessica's mother, she was the first on my list . . . I settled in my chair and closed my eyes. ---- "Jessica, you worthless lump! I told you I wasn't going to sign no dammed form. Now git up those stairs and get washed!" Martha Colefax was shouting at her daughter a slipper in her hand and Jessica's arm in the other. She had obviously just been paddling Jessica's ass. 'Let her go!' I thought at her, Martha immediately opened her hand allowing Jessica to run away and upstairs. 'Now SIT DOWN!' I ordered her, she found a chair and placed herself into it. 'SLEEP!' Her eyes closed. I 'walked' around the house, Jessica was in the bathroom, washing her face, she was just in knickers and vest, her small breasts pushing out the vest. Tears were on her face as she wiped it with a flannel. "I do want to do the lessons mummy, please let me do the lessons." She was saying. 'Jessica.' I said she looked around "Who said that?" She asked. 'A friend, now don't tell anyone about me, you can call me Uncle Bob.' I said keeping up the fiction I'd started - although why I kept my real name I've no idea. "Where are you?" She asked, I've found children don't take to my control as much as adults. 'Everywhere and nowhere, I'm a friendly person, just like Casper.' I said. "But Casper's a ghost, we read about him at school!" Jessica said, oops I'd forgotten that, but I'd already started. "Are you a ghost?" She added. 'Not exactly, but I know you've got some problems and I'm going to try to help you.' I said. "Nobody can help me, my mummy won't let them!" Jessica said her voice dropping. 'I can! Just leave her to me, now get ready for bed.' I said gently. "Will you tuck me in?" Jessica asked me. 'I will, but I'll have to use some-one to do it.' I said and left her alone. ---- Back downstairs Martha was still sleeping. I went into her mind. I was in a room - a dark bedroom. There was a crying form in the bed. I walked to it, 'Martha? Is that you?' I asked her but was only met by the crying sound. The door to the room burst open. "Martha you bleeding cow! Stop that snivelling or I'll stop it for ya!" The figure was a large man; to be honest he looked like an ogre to me. The crying descended to a whimper but it was no use. The man pulled the covers off the bed to reveal a naked girl, of about 12. Her body covered in bruises. "No, please, don't . . ." The girl, now I could see it was Martha, tried to plead to the monster, but he didn't listen to her. Pulling her by her hair he dragged her out of the bed and then out of the room. I followed them, the scene wavered and blurred before it resolved itself to be a basement. Young Martha was tied against a wall, her hands above her head and her legs tied wide apart, the ogre was standing in front of her with a piece of rope in his hands. "You stupid bitch, I told you to stop crying, now I'm going to give you something to cry about!" And he started to swing the rope and then began hitting the girl on her tits and pussy. 'Stop that!' I said but the man didn't hear me and kept on striking the girl. I reached out and grabbed hold of the rope pulling the ogre back. "What the fuck . . . what do you think you're doing?" The man said. . . he was a man now, just a normal sized person. "Showing Martha that this can be changed, she doesn't have to follow your teachings and should allow her daughter to escape from you." I said. "You can't stop me!" He said turning to me. He raised his fist and swung at me. I dodged the blow and punched back, striking his face. He went down and then tried to bring his feet around to take mine, but I jumped up away from them, he then got to his feet and ran towards me, I then grabbed hold of his arm pulled him into the wall. His face struck with such a force that he was knocked unconscious. Then he faded from the scene. "please daddy, don't hit me again, please daddy, please." She was moaning away. I untied the rope holding her. 'Martha, listen to me, he's not here now. Come on let's get you back to bed. He can't hurt you again; you are stronger than he is.' I told her putting all my willpower into the suggestion. "I'm stronger than he is." She repeated 'Good Martha, now remember you don't have to do as he told you, you should be looking after your daughter, she needs to learn a lot.' I told her. "I have a daughter?" Martha said and she seemed to grow older, to when she was eighteen. Her pregnancy showing. "Daddy did this me, but I wasn't to tell anyone." She said. 'You resented his forcing you and have been taking it out on her?' I said. "Y. ..yes, oh god yes . . . I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Martha said, this time she was her normal age. 'Will you do that again?' I asked her. "No, no I won't." She promised, "Oh god I won't. I've got to say sorry to her." Martha said. 'I promised her I'd tuck her in, let's go together.' I said and stepped back. Martha woke up and looked at me - she could see me! "Thank you, thank you so much." She said. I followed her upstairs to Jessica's room, the girl was sobbing on her bed, much as Martha was when I found her in her mind. "Jessi, darling I'm so sorry." Martha said to her daughter, "I never really knew what I was doing." "mum . .. is that really you?" Jessica said softly as if she didn't believe her ears. "Yes, darling it's me, I've been so bad to you, I just didn't. . . well that's all in the past now." 'It's true Jessica, your mother will try to change her ways, just be patient with her alright?' I added "Okay Uncle Bob, if you say so." Jessica said sleepily "Is that his name?" Martha asked. "Yes mum, he told me it was." Jessica said Martha turned to look at me, "Thank you, Bob." She said and then added, "What if I need to get in touch with you? How can I?" I shook my head, 'You can't, at least not at the moment. Look I'd better go, look after Jessica, oh and if you have anything that needs your signature I think you'd better sign it.' I added kicking myself as I did so. Then I walked out of their house, through the wall. ---- I was out on the street, why did I do this? I was supposed to be trying to make them do what I wanted, why couldn't I at least force myself on the victims? I had to think this out. I mean where could I get guidance? I found myself outside a church, its doors were open I wandered in and walked to the boxes at the side of the aisle. There was a priest in one and an old woman in the other, I could see the priest nodding off as the woman twittered away, I stepped forward. ". . . and yesterday I swore at my neighbour's cat, well it was doing its business all over my roses, I ask you father, what else could I have done? It's just . . . I'm sorry to disturb you father but I have a problem." I interrupted her talk and left her on hold. "Mrs. Hazel you've been talking about your problem . . ." The priest started to say "Oh I'm not her, I'm just using her body." I said and hearing him stiffen added, "Don't panic I'm not a demon or spirit possessing her . . . well I suppose in a way I am, it's all complicated." "I . . . I'm not . . . I mean . . ." The priest stuttered. "Don't worry father I'm only here for guidance, I'm just a normal guy who can control people and I'm starting to ask why?" I said. "I . . . I'm sorry, did you say guy? I mean you're in . . ." The priest sounded confused, I must say I didn't blame him. "Yeah I said guy as in male, I'm able to jump . . . Look never mind that. I want to exert my will on people but all I'm getting is people with problems and I seem to be the only one to sort them out, it's getting ridiculous. I mean look at the last one - a woman who kept on at her child just because the woman's father raped her and made her deliver her daughter, I mean what else could I do?" I said "What did you do?" The priest asked interested now, "I stepped into her dream and showed her that her father could be beaten and that it was wrong to vent her anger on her innocent child. I think she understood that!" I said angrily. "So you've saved her soul and also her daughter's what wrong with that?" The priest said bemused. "But it wasn't what I wanted! I was trying to . . . to" I stopped when I heard him laugh. "But God works his magic through you, he does work in mysterious ways, I'm surprised you needed to talk about this . . . I mean I'd never be able to stop myself from shouting about this, I mean just think how you can help humanity. Why I would be going around telling everyone about what I could do . . . it's immense, fantastic, stupendous . . ." He was now starting to speak out louder than the confessional box could contain. "Oh yes, I nearly forgot . . ." I said and stepped out of Mrs. Hazel, who continued from where she left off, and into Father Pereiri. I did wait in the church until Mrs. Hazel came out from the confessional and watched the reactions of those remaining in the church. |