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*** Crystal
   By Romany
   (M/g)
   Detective Mel Harrison closed the folder and walked wearily to the
filing cabinet.  Case closed, pending coroners finding which would almost
certainly come down as a suicide.  Yet something just seemed weird to the
twenty-eight year veteran.  He couldn't find any tangible reason she took
her own life.  She certainly did die by her own actions, yet he had been
unable to completely accept she had any tangible reasons to take such a
violent drastic step as to jump off the flyover.  There had to be
deep-seated troubles, yet everyone that knew the kid came up with nothing
that seemed to show she had any emotional problems sufficient to driver her
to suicide.  Harrison had been troubled by the autopsy report that had
suggested she was sexually active.  He had delved into the girl's history
with her parents.  A subject that was distressing for the mother in
particular.  But they drew a blank.  Now he had been urged to accept the
obvious suicide verdict and move on.  He closed the file cabinet with a
weary sigh.  Thirteen years old and such a beautiful girl; such a waste!
   ***
   Steven Kearny looked out the window, some forty thousand feet over the
Atlantic Ocean.  He felt like shit.  The girl's death had really shocked
him.  He knew he was to blame.  It had never crossed his mind the kid would
do something so drastic.  He had totally underestimated her depth of
feeling for him.  The police had talked to him as one of her teachers.  He
said he knew little about her; about any of his students for that matter as
he was a substitute and had been there no more than three months.  Filling
in while their regular art teacher was on maternity leave.  The girl had
jumped to her death shortly after he left.  Now Steven was heading to Paris
to undertake a tour of Europe for the summer break.  He had decided to go
quickly; shaken by the girl's death.  Put some distance between him and the
incident.  Get his mind off it.  He couldn't help but go over it one more
time.  How it all started.
   ***
   "Fantastic," he had said genuinely taken by Crystal's painting.
   He stared at it and Crystal Holmberg stood somewhat embarrassed the
substitute teacher thought so highly of her efforts.
   "Crystal this really is fantastic," Steven repeated.  "Such a simple
subject as a tree, yet your visualization and your brushwork is truly
fantastic," he gushed, and he meant it.
   Some of the other students stopped their work and looked across at Mr.
Kearny standing with Crystal in front of her painting.  A small feeling of
envy ran through those serious about their art.  Three girls grouped close,
exchanged glances and whispered about Crystal.
   "Teachers pet," Rachel Sondberg sneered to her friends.
   "She's such a wimp," Mollie Hammond offered.
   "Lame...get that trashy blouse," Carla Reyes sniggered; and the girls
quietly berated Crystal
   "Crystal it makes my heart glow to see such talent," Steven gushed
looking at the girl.  "How did you come up with the idea to use something
so basic as a tree on the cusp of blooming?" he asked smiling at his
student.
   Crystal blushed at his praise.
   "I don't know," she answered.  "It just sort of came to me when I
started to paint," she said somewhat bashful about her effort so far.
   "That's what I want to hear," Steven said enthusiastically.  "You
demonstrate inspiration.  You just paint what you feel.  Excellent!"
   Steven moved on and spent a few minutes with each student.  This was
only their second class together so he was still getting to know the kids
and trying to establish who was serious and who had taken the class as a
filler on their curriculum.  Art was perceived by many students as an easy
option to complete their program, even if they weren't inclined towards
art. Having made the rounds Steven returned to his desk and sat with a text
book open pretending to read.  It was a ruse as he was slyly moving his
eyes over each of the teen girls in the class; taking in their figure and
form.  There were three girls clearly not here for art.  He would learn
Rachel Sondberg was the `queen bee' and Carla Reyes and Mollie Hammond her
drones.  All three little foxes; through puberty and all looking like
jailbait and ensuring they were perceived that way.  Girls all too aware of
their nubile bodies, and the effect on the boys in class; as well as men in
general.  Steven scanned the remaining girls not seeing anything as tasty
as the Rachel, Mollie or Carla, until his gaze stopped at Crystal.
   She was facially young that suggested eleven or twelve; but he knew from
the register she was thirteen, like the rest of the class.  But most
probably this girl was just through puberty, unlike Rachel, Mollie or Carla
who were obviously mature with nubile teen bodies suggesting the near full
bloom of womanhood.  Their confidence showed, to the point of being
annoying to Steven when he came to note they often put other girls down for
their appearance.  Crystal was one they seemed to snipe at for no good
reason.  She wasn't plain to look at by any means.  Tall and slim with fine
long blond hair.  She reminded Steven of a young Mia Farrow; a waif-like
appearance to her.
   It was the second class of that second week Crystal surprised him.  She
had deliberately stayed back as the other students packed up their artwork
and left at the end of class.  Steven had walked around the room picking up
paint pots and brushes and other art supplies that had found their way out
into the room over the course of the week.  He was out back in the resource
room when Crystal came in.
   "Mr.  Kearny can I ask you a question?" she said quietly
   "Of course Crystal," he had answered cheerfully.
   He already had her down as serious about art and he always welcomed
questions from anyone that took the class seriously.  It was from this
small, subtle beginning that led to frequent chats about aspects of art. 
As the contact continued, Kearny found himself studying the girl while she
spoke.  Observing her mannerisms; the little tic she had at the corner of
her mouth when nervous about what his answer to her hypothesis on this or
that would be.  Despite their contact being in the safety of the classroom,
and occasionally when she stayed behind to ask questions, both unwittingly
developed a crush on each other.  Crystal was smitten by the handsome young
substitute teacher.  And despite there being other more nubile girls in his
class, Kearny was developing a strong unhealthy interest in this bright
beautiful student.  Unhealthy for the fact that he had questionable history
with female students; although none had been quite as young as Crystal.  He
had previously worked at high schools.  So far his inappropriate past had
not caught up on him.  And as Crystal would chatter happily to him about
art, he was studying her with less than wholesome attention; all disguised
by his projecting that he was a caring teacher interested in his topic and
his students.
   ***
   Steven gave a sigh and looked out into the gloom of the fading light as
the plane sped towards Paris.  Still four hours away until landing.  The
plane humming through the murky cloud outside.  He sat back and continued
his reflection.  His eyes closed and his hands lightly gripped the
armrests. It would be wrong to say he hadn't intended it to happen.  He had
become a little obsessive about her; not just because she was very pretty
and nubile with it, but she was intelligent and passionate about art.  He
did not recognize he had projected these qualities as if she were much
older than she really was and his sexual interest in the girl came to the
fore.  And despite the promise to himself that he would never get drawn
into a relationship with a student again, following his previous close
miss, he couldn't resist seeing her in private.  It had been easy.  He did
not ask how she got the freedom to visit his apartment but he was sure she
had lied about where she was going to her parents.  And very quickly an
illicit affair had developed.  She was besotted with him and he had had his
judgment skewed so as to see her as sexually available.  Steven shifted
uneasily in his seat.  His relationship with Crystal had been highly erotic
as well as dangerous and extremely ill advised.  He felt a strong sense of
guilt at what had happened.  He glanced to his left and saw the matronly
middle aged woman passenger beside him was reading a book.  He turned his
head and looked once again at the grey mass of cloud they were flying
through.
   ***
   He recalled how it started.  The art discussion after class that
particular Friday of his third week at the school that strayed on to
photography as an art form and he'd produced a book with large plate
photographs by such luminaries as Annie Leibovitz and Robert Mapplethorpe,
amongst others.  She had been particularly interested in the Mapplethorpe
photographs that were quite erotic to those of Leibovitz and her
contemporaries.  Crystal was secretly excited her handsome teacher was
showing her photographs that were clearly erotic in intent.  He saw she was
interested in Mapplethorpe and he said he had another book of similar
pictures but he had left it at home.  She expressed a wish to see what the
book contained and unwisely he offered to drop her home after school, going
by his apartment to lend her the book for the weekend.  The book was
peculiar in its binding; almost ten inches square and very thick with the
black and white plate photography on stiff pages.  There was only about
fifty or sixty photographs; all very erotic.  The subjects were a
combination of gay, lesbian or heterosexual erotica, usually with only two
subjects to a plate.  There were a number of straight nude portraits of a
man or a woman alone.  If it was pornography, as many critics had argued,
it would be soft core pornography.  Apart from the women subject's naked
breasts, and two plates where the woman's genitals were shown in shaded
relief, the remainder were all about the human form in light and shade. 
Many of the photos were of simulated sex between gender mixes.  Crystal
paused on one plate which was blatant simulated anal sex between two black
male models with fantastic physiques.  There was a similar plate of a woman
who appeared to be about to perform cunnilingus on another woman in
recline. She nervously stroked the page with her fingertips and Steven saw
the girl was affected by the picture.  She continued turning pages in some
awe at what she was seeing.  All the black and white photographs lit so the
models genitals were masked by shadow or an arm or face of the other model
in the setting.
   "Like it?" he said quietly, seeing the excitement in her eyes.
   "Fantastic," she said in a whisper.
   "You can borrow it," he said, conscious of the time, and the need for
her to get home on time.
   "I...I don't know," she said nervously.  "I'm not sure mom or dad would
understand a book like this," she said.
   "Don't show them," he said simply.
   They were standing close; he leaning over her shoulder to see what page
she was viewing.  He saw the swell of her breast and could smell the scent
of her shampoo in her hair.  He was becoming aroused by his closeness.  She
suddenly realized their situation; the concentration on the book briefly
broken.  She flicked her eyes nervously towards him and he caught her gaze.
She froze in excitement feeling his body pressing gently at her back.  Her
eyes slowly closed and she turned her head and lifted her face.  Steven saw
her position was the universal prelude to a kiss and without thinking; he
leaned in and kissed her.  It was galvanizing moment.  The crush the young
teen harbored for her handsome teacher, more than twice her age, caused her
emotions to overflow.  The book dropped from her hand and she grabbed him
and hung on, kissing a man for the first time ever.  He crushed her two him
and they stood kissing passionately for several moments; Steven getting
hard in his pants.  As they both became comfortable with the kissing, and
he had turned her to face him, he pushed his groin against her.  She didn't
hesitate; a hand went between them and she groped his cock and sighed as
she felt it in her hand through his pants.
   "Oh God Crystal," he gasped.
   He should have said "we shouldn't...we can't" or some such words to
deter her groping hand making him harder.  Instead he groaned "take it out"
and she broke the embrace and frantically opened his flies.  He stood as
she slowly fished his erection from the tight confines of his underpants;
drawing it out with a look of amazement on her pretty face.  She licked her
lips and blinked as she gave it two or three strokes.
   "Your mouth," he groaned.  "Use your mouth sweetie," he croaked in
excitement.
   Crystal had never seen a man's penis since she was about six and
surprised her father in the shower when she had rushed to pee one night. 
Now for the first time, she had one in her hand.  It was hard, yet soft
skin, and the head was red and angry and the shaft had a strong vein
running the length.  There was a slight sickly sweet odor and she stared as
a pearl of precum appeared at the tip.
   "Suck it," he repeated and tapped her head.
   Crystal glanced up at him and the lowered her head over the big knob and
began to work her tongue around it.  She'd never given head before but she
had a fair idea what needed to be done.  He coached her but let her take
the lead, as best she felt she could.  But Steven was very aroused now and
after several urgent deep jabs so she gagged, she learned to take greater
control by wrapping her hand around the shaft to prevent him pushing too
deep.  At first he tried to lead her back to his wants but eventually he
restrained the urge to drive it down her throat; and he controlled himself
and whispered endearments and how good it was.  He held her head gently as
he stroked her beautiful fine blond hair.  When he came, he caught her by
surprise; his cum spewing into her mouth and she pulled her mouth away in
reflex and took the last few spurts full against her cheek.  Squeezing her
eyes shut and grimacing.  He chuckled and leaned down and wiped her face
gently.  Pooling the cum and pushing it to her mouth.  Crystal wasn't
entirely welcoming of his intentions but she resisted the urge to pull away
and he pushed the excess semen on her face to her lips.  She wiped it with
her tongue, and noting it wasn't offensive in taste, she cleaned her lips
and swallowed it; having swallowed nearly all of it by the time she stood.
Her knees were aching from squatting in front of him and her jaw was tired
from sucking.
   "Fantastic," he said with a broad grin, and embraced her.
   She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him.
   "I love you" she whispered, her face pressed into his shoulder.
   He didn't hear her.  He was already thinking how to bring her down from
the emotional high and get her out the door.  His conscience was also
starting to nag at him, briefly recalling the near disaster that nearly
caught him out some months back when he had a similar ill advised affair
with a student.  It reminded him this was so very wrong.
   ***
   Steven moved uneasily in his seat and the woman passenger beside him
glanced across, seeing him fidget.  He turned away from her and peered out
the window.  He was now nearly fully erect in his pants.  He felt foolish.
Not as foolish as he felt when he had dropped Crystal a block from her
house.  She suggested it wouldn't be wise for her parents or neighbors to
see her come home in a strange car.  He was relieved she was clearly
thinking of discretion.
   "I would like to see the book again," she had said as they neared the
drop off point.
   "But you said you didn't feel you could bring it home," he said
reminding her of her concern from earlier.
   "Could you bring it to school...we can look at it...after class on
Wednesday," she said hoping he wouldn't mind.
   "Ok...of course," he said smiling at her.
   She prepared to get out of the car.
   "Crystal...between you and me," he said looking at her intently to
emphasize his point.  "No one else."
   "Of course," she smiled at him.  "Our secret...just between you and
me...always," she said.
   The book of photographs produced a repeat bout of oral sex the next
Wednesday after the rest of the class had left.  They had gone into the
resource room at the end of the art room and she had carefully thumbed
through all of the plates.  Mesmerized by the beauty of the models and
murmuring how tasteful she thought the photographs had been staged.  He
watched her and as she neared the end of the book, he gently stroked a
strand of hair off her cheek in a small show of intimacy.  It triggered a
crushing embrace; and as he leaned against the large metal plan cabinet in
the resource room, Crystal sucked him off for a second time; this time with
more self assurance than the first time in his apartment.  This time when
he was close he had her hold her mouth open, and blinking in anticipation,
as he jacked himself onto her tongue and she swallowed it slowly; peering
up at him with loving eyes.  He was so accurate in his aim; she had hardly
missed a drop.  She had come a long way since last Friday.
   Oral sex followed again after class Friday.  She squatted before him in
the resource room again; the book of erotic photographs now irrelevant.  At
the end as she stood and wiped her mouth, he took her face tenderly and
kissed her.  She was delighted he had no compunction to kiss her lips which
had engulfed his cock; his tongue darting against hers as a show he had no
qualms about any traces of his semen in her mouth.  But this day he
surprised her.  She wore a skirt and he slowly slid a hand up the inside of
one thigh.  His touch surprised her at first and she jumped.  But as he
held her kissing her neck and earlobe, she began to tremble in anticipation
as the fingers lightly stroked back and forth; the hand inching higher up
the leg until finally he cupped her sex.  She held her breath in
anticipation and excitement and she sighed in a long low groan of relief
when he finally cupped her vulva through her panties.  He kneaded her sex
and slid his hand down the waistband.  She had no thought of discouraging
his advances.  Indeed she had longed for this moment when he showed her how
he thought about her; how she wanted him to feel about her.  Crystal was
excited and as he slowly fingered her he kissed her mouth, face and neck,
and she felt a faint stirring somewhere in her groin.  His hand was now
stroking her clitoris and she felt something she had never felt before. 
She sighed and gave a little moan as a small tremor of pleasure ran through
her body.  Steven barely recognized the teen had had her first sense of
arousal and pleasure to his touch.  She was disappointed when he withdrew
his hand and stood back and looked at her with a smile on his face.
   "This is wonderful," he said quietly.  "But it is very dangerous.  We
need to go now before the janitor gets to the room to clear the day's
trash," he said warning her of the dangers they might be exposed.
   She nodded dumbly at him; too confused by the excitement, and the sudden
interruption to the arousal he was causing.
   "When can we...again...?" she mumbled holding his waist.
   "It must be away from school at least...someone could come looking for
me anytime," he said looking concerned, noting it was exactly that way
right now.
   He needed to get her out of here now, and using the school premises for
their clandestine meetings in the future was not safe.
   "Then where can we meet?" she said an air of desperation in her voice.
   "There's really only my place," he said looking around and feeling more
and more exposed every second they remained here.
   "I can do that," she said quickly.
   He looked at her, studying her face.  She was looking expectantly at
him.
   "How?" he said slowly.  "Your parents...what will you say?" he asked
wondering how much liberty she could really get.
   "Easy...leave it to me.  I know where you live now.  I can get there. 
Mom will think I'm at the mall with friends," she said quickly, thinking as
she went.  "I'm allowed to go on my own now."
   The scene was set.  It was to be as soon as the following Sunday.  He
was skeptical she could get as much time away from her parents as she
claimed but she arrived near eleven o'clock that next Sunday morning. 
Beaming as he opened the door and she rushed in and embraced him.  This day
was the real watershed in the relationship that would develop.  It would
set the tone for their clandestine rendezvous' going forward.  This day,
Steven Kearny, age twenty eight, stripped naked his student, Crystal
Harrison aged thirteen and four months.  She had just sucked him off while
both were fully dressed.  Now they were both naked and she was all abuzz
seeing his cock and balls and hairy thighs and pubis.  He slowly crouched
between her spread legs on his bed as she lay almost mesmerized by him; and
he and gave the teen her first ever orgasm with his mouth.  His fingers
pushed inside of her dewy sex.  Both of them were in awe and rapture of
what happened.  Without thinking, Steven reared up over her and took her
virginity.  She was dazed and confused by the intensity of her recent
release and for the first few minutes she was pushed about like a rag doll
as he lost control and fucked her vigorously.  The slender teen was
groaning and gasping in excitement at what was happening; with a broad
smile of approval on her face as she clung to him.  When he became more
agitated and his breathing was ragged, she sensed his impending release;
and slowly the enormity of what she was letting him do ignited the sudden
fear of pregnancy and it crashed into her mind like a huge ogre.  As he
fucked her, groaning and moaning in his orgasm, he barely heard her
frantically warning him not to cum inside of her.  He missed it and filled
her womb with his seed.  Groaning like a baby as he came down from his
release.
   ***
   Steven stood after having removed his seatbelt.
   "Excuse me," he said to the woman passenger, and she stood and stepped
into the aisle and let him past.
   He walked quickly to the back of the aircraft and found one of the
lavatories unoccupied.  Standing looking down into the stainless steel
toilet bowl, Steven frantically jacked his cock and groaned as he cum into
the cold metal convenience.  His legs weakening so he had to hold the
compact washbasin to support himself.  He tarried until his erection went
down sufficiently for him to struggle to get a weak steam of piss going. 
Having eased the pressure in his balls, he now slowly emptied his bladder.
He waited a few minutes after he had finished; trying to get the last drops
of urine from his body.  Pissing so soon after ejaculation was never
satisfactory.  Eventually he washed his hands, looking sheepishly at his
reflection in the mirror.  Suddenly ashamed he had got off thinking about
the poor dead Crystal; his teen lover.
   "You bastard," he whispered.  "Getting off on the poor little bitch's
memory."
   ***
   The following weekend was a step forward in their relationship.  The
rather frantic first fuck and taking of her virginity turned into a
relationship that was more intimate.
   "You like nice today," he said as he let her in.
   "Thank you," she gushed, and as soon as he closed the door, she met his
approach towards her and reached for him.
   They kissed passionately and he pulled her close forcing his growing
erection against her midriff.
   "He's missed me," she said in a little girl voice.
   "Yes he has," he said softly, "and I've missed you," and he dropped a
hand between their bodies and drew it between her legs.
   Crystal grinned and pushed her crotch against the invading hand and she
gently rubbed his erection through his chinos with her hand.
   "How long have you got?" he said panting with desire as his cock became
harder.
   "About two," she said with an impish smile.
   "Two hours?" he asked quizzically.
   "Two times with a nice rest between," she said sweetly; smiling at him.
   Twice it was; the first time undressing each other slowly.  She wanting
the process to draw out, which seemed to make him extremely horny and
frustrated.  Steven slid her jeans off, having already dispensed with her
top and bra and kissed and nuzzled her small breasts lovingly for a few
minutes.  Crystal lying back with her hands holding his head lightly as his
mouth worked her taut little nipples and he suckled them while massaging
her breasts.  He was rock hard and as he nuzzled her breasts, she pushed a
leg into his groin.  He became very horny and moved to strip her.  She
moved up the bed a little and splayed her legs wider; her hands reaching
over her head and holding the top of the headboard.  She was smiling at him
and as he ripped his own pants off she wiggled her butt suggestively.
   "Oh God you're so beautiful," he gasped looking at her slim body.
   He noticed the small shock of blond pubic hair had vanished from the
last weekend when he saw her sex.  Clearly she had shaved since last Sunday
when he had jokingly complained about pubic hair in his teeth after he had
eaten her out.
   "This is nice," he said and lightly stroked her shaved pubis.
   "No more stray pubes in your mouth," she said dreamily and pushed her
crotch up suggestively.
   She wanted his mouth there.  He had taught her much in class in the five
weeks they had known each other.  But since last weekend she knew that his
going down on her was something she could endure forever.  Steven obliged
by going down on her.  Pressing her pubic area gently with one hand and
driving his fingers into her with the other; all the while ravaging her
with his tongue and lips.  Inhaling the odor of her sex and working it over
lovingly.  Crystal came within six minutes of fervent sucking and licking;
crying out and gripping the head board as she bucked her hips against the
mouth driving her mad.  She'd never imagined in her teen dreams that she
would come to enjoy being made love to like this.  All the more better that
it was her handsome art teacher, who she believed she was in love with. 
She whimpered and cooed as he made a few slow licks over her sex and pushed
gently at her clitoris.  Satisfied she was coming down from her orgasm, and
drifting into her afterglow, Steven slid between her legs.  She watched him
in a state of sexual enjoyment and slowly dragged her heels up and spread
her knees.  As he leaned down and forward, she reached for him and her
hands took his shoulders.  Grunting a little as he slid in, she realized he
was not wearing a condom.
   "Condom," she said urgently, her eyes opening with a look of concern.
   "Sorry," he whispered.  "I'm so horny."
   He reached into the night stand drawer and pulled a condom from an open
box.  He crouched and she smiled as she watched him roll the white latex
on. When he was ready she reached her hands to him as he pushed the bullet
head of his cock at the teen's sex.  Slowly opening her up and sliding in
as she groaned and wrapped her legs around his hips.  Steven fucked her
slowly; deliberately drawing out the sex to maximize his enjoyment. 
Slowing when he got close and holding himself from cumming too soon; and
building up the speed when he was in control.  She shoved her hips back at
him at first but the languid feeling of the orgasm from the oral sex
defeated her efforts to be engaged actively in his fucking her.  She lay
back and he used her to bring himself to a shuddering climax; spewing into
the condom and lamenting he wasn't filling her womb.  How he would have
loved to leave his load deep in her young body.  But birth control was a
necessity and he had to reluctantly forego filling her with his seed.
   He climbed off her and pulled the used condom from his cock, tying the
open end and dropping it on the floor to be removed to the trash later. 
She smiled in a sleepy dreamy way and cuddled against him.  Her small
perfect body felt warm against his skin.  He untangled her long hair and
brushed it down her back with his hand and he allowed himself to doze. 
`Two times' she had said.  Not two hours.  She had most of the afternoon.
They would rest and make love once more before she left.
   The sex between Crystal and Steven blossomed.  Despite a worrying few
days before her period came because he took her virginity without a condom,
they upped the intensity of their meetings.  Steven now had a new full box
of condoms in his nightstand.  She proved she could get away from her
parents at least one day a weekend, for most of an afternoon.  Saturday or
Sunday depending what was best for them both.  Sex was frantic and carnal.
The man showing the girl all he knew.  Crystal was eager to learn as he
turned and twisted her every which way as he fucked her.  On his bed, on
the couch, draped over chairs, and on the floor.  One afternoon he took her
giggling in the shower as she struggled to avoid getting her hair wet.  She
was being consumed by the whole carnal excitement and braced herself
against the wall under the shower as he fucked her doggy fashion from
behind.  He continued to giver her incredible pleasure with his mouth.  She
enjoyed his obvious interest in her body; Steven often kissing her all over
and rubbing his face against her sex and tummy.  Paying homage to her
perfection.  She was just as enamored with his cock and balls and
frequently sat cross-legged beside his hips as he lay on his back as she
fondled and played with him in awe of the fleshy tube in her hands.  To his
students and her classmates, she was just another pupil and he the teacher.
Nobody had any inkling he had anymore interest in her than she had in him;
as he was many years older than her.
   Of course all good things must come to an end.  Steven's temporary
assignment was soon to end.  The teacher he was substituting for was soon
to return, following the birth of her baby.  Crystal well knew Steve would
leave the school but because their amorous liaisons took pace at his
apartment, the fact he would not be at school was not a problem for her. 
What became the problem was her impulse to go and see him one Saturday
morning, when they had agreed to meet on the Sunday.  She arrived at his
apartment shortly after nine o'clock, her mother having dropped her at the
mall where she immediately bussed to his apartment.  She stood at the door
and to her surprise, it was opened by a young woman wearing Steven's
bathrobe.
   "Where's Steven?" she asked, stunned to see the woman.
   "In the shower...who are you?" the woman asked suspiciously, staring at
the Crystal.
   "Um...one of his pupils...Crystal Holmberg...he has a book for me,"
Crystal stammered.
   "Oh...well you'd better come in," she said diffidently and turned and
walked into the apartment and disappeared.
   Crystal felt like she had been kicked in the guts.  She was crushed by
the thought that it was obvious the young woman had been here all night. 
She had no inkling Steven might be dating someone else as well as seeing
her.  She heard some light banter coming from the bedroom and walked to the
hall entrance and leaned around the corner listening.
   "What?" she heard Steven ask.  "Oh fuck...she's just a silly little girl
I teach art to that I think has a crush on me.  She shouldn't be here,"
Crystal heard him say.
   His tone was one of exasperation.  It felt like a knife had been plunged
in to Crystal's heart.  Then the woman said something she couldn't make
out.
   "OK, I'll get rid of her," Steven said, sounding irritated.  "It's not
allowed, teachers and students fraternizing after hours...not chaperoned.
She knows that well enough.  Her parents would be horrified and the
principal would have my balls," he said, clearly trying to appease the
young woman's curiosity as to why the girl student was calling at his
apartment at the weekend.
   The woman said something else.
   "Hell no, you stay...I want you to stay...this won't take a minute,"
Crystal heard him say and then there was silence.
   She knew he was kissing the woman.  Crystal fled in tears.  She walked
trancelike for what seemed like hours; but in reality was no more than
twenty minutes.  She walked in the opposite direction to the town mall and
soon came to a section of state highway which ran across the edge of town.
She walked up an exit ramp, with cars honking at the foolish pedestrian. 
Once on the flyover, she stood and looked over the edge; trembling and
sobbing uncontrollably now.  Her heart broken by the knowledge her lover
had another; and what was worse, Steven had said she was a silly girl.  He
had denied her.  Denied what she believed they had become together.
   "I loved you," she sobbed to herself.
   Traffic was light and few people took notice of her.  No one saw the
young girl climb the concrete side to the flyover; hanging for a few
moments and then disappear.  She landed headfirst killing herself
instantly; her small, waiflike body lying twisted on the off-ramp tarmac
below.  As her fingers had started to lose hold and started to slip on the
concrete buttress, the first realization of the danger hit her distressed
mind and a flash of panic ran through her.
   `Not this,' she thought as she struggled to get a better grip on the
concrete buttress.  The will that wanted her to stay struggled with the
will that said `go'.  She struggled in vain.
   ***
   "You have a visitor," Officer Malone said to Detective Harrison.  "A
Mrs. Holmberg...something about her daughter who died," Malone said.
   Mel Harrison got up from his desk and walked quickly to the public
reception at the precinct house.  He saw Mrs.  Holmberg standing looking
intense; still clearly affected by the death of her little girl.
   "Detective Harrison," she said as soon as she saw him; walking quickly
to him.  "I found Crystal's diary...when we were cleaning her room out,"
she said and the tears started to flow.
   "Mrs.  Holmberg come through," he said gently and ushered the distraught
woman through and into a family room they had set up for interviewing
children.
   "I think you should look at this," she said once he had sat her down and
she had composed herself a little.  "I never knew it existed.  It's
methodical...every little detail of her life since she was ten or so.  "
   "Harrison looked at the small diary.  He flicked through and noted the
entries had stopped about a month before she died.  He read the last few
entries and Crystal had refereed to someone only as `S'.  There was a
reference to a book of photographs that impressed her.  The last entry
read; `I have to stop here.  S said I shouldn't write anything down about
us...EVER!  He asked was I catholic and I said no.  He said that was good
because if I was, I would confess my sins to be forgiven.  S said that
priests always told when they heard things that might not be legal even if
they weren't supposed to tell because it was private.  THIS IS NOT A
SIN!!!! I LOVE YOU SK!  FOREVER!!!!
   There was a simple freestyle heart drawn with an arrow through it and
the initials CH and SK.
   "Have you any idea who this "S" might be?" he asked looking at Mrs. 
Holmberg who was staring at him anxiously.
   "Yes...I think he was her art teacher.  Steven...Kearny, I think.  He
was filling in...a substitute.  When he arrived, for a month or so she
couldn't stop talking about him...he was apparently very taken with her
art. Crystal loved art...lived for it...wanted to be an artist," Mrs. 
Holmberg said wandering off the point.
   "And is he still at her school," Harrison said trying to bring the woman
back on topic.
   "No...I went there...to see," she answered.  "He left about six weeks
ago when Crystals regular art teacher came back from having a baby."
   "I vaguely recall him," Harrison said.  "Young, good looking...I can see
how a young impressionable teenager might get hooked on him," he said
thinking aloud.
   He looked at the woman and thought how to ask the next question.
   "Mrs.  Holmberg," he began hesitantly.  "Crystal has written `this is
not a sin' in capitol letters.  Do you think that Crystal and this teacher
might have been having an affair?" Harrison asked gently.  "Would Crystal
do that?"
   "It's my thought exactly detective.  I think he seduced her...and then
he's dumped her..." she said sounding strong and definitive in her
statement.  "She's been so hurt and distressed, she's wandered off and..."
and she dissolved into tears.
   Harrison could not find Steven Kearny.  His apartment had been vacated
and rented out to somebody else.  He found that Kearny had left the country
weeks earlier and despite inquiries, there was no inkling where he was
going once he had reached his destination of Paris.  The case was sent to
Interpol to keep an eye out for him.
   "We'll get you Mr.  Steve Kearny." Harrison said looking at Crystal's
diary.  "If it's the last thing I do, I'll nail your ass to the wall."
   ***
   The Louvre - Paris
   Steven walked out of the grand old museum and stood and took a deep
breath; feeling great he had made the trip.  The museum was fantastic. 
Everything he dreamed it would be.  He stood looking around the square
dominated by the glass pyramid; feeling pleased with himself.  Two men
approached him.
   "Monsieur Kearny...Steven Kearny," one of the men said.
   "Yes...yes," Steven answered looking surprised anyone here would know
him.
   The second man held a photograph in his hand; studying it and looking at
Steven.  He said something in French to his companion.
   "Mr.  Kearny, I am Detective Huegot from Interpol.  This is my colleague
Detective Brunel from the Paris Police.  Interpol has a warrant out to
detain you, issued by the American FBI.  Please to come with us," he said
taking Steven's arm.
   "What...what is it you want me for?" Steven said feeling a sense of
dread.
   He stared at the two men in alarm and the feeling of elation he had felt
rapidly faded.  He had a fair idea what they wanted him for.  Both
detectives saw concern in his face.
   "All in good time Monsieur Kearny," Brunel said.
   "Crystal, what have I done to you," Steven whispered under his breath,
and allowed the men to lead him to a waiting car.
   The End
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