Molly was a
teacher in Long Island, New York. She
had been a teacher for a number of years but this was the first year that she
wouldn’t be teaching young children. She
was being informed that this year she would teach history to seventh and ninth
graders, which she didn’t really enjoy.
When she walked into her ninth grade class one day, she noticed that
some of the kids she had taught when they were little kids when she taught
earlier years. At 26, she was still
young but that didn’t take away from the experience she had since she started
teaching at a young age. Even though she
didn’t want to teach older children, she wasn’t going to complain. She would just get through this year and see
what happened the following years.
While Molly
was grading papers one day, she came across a student who completely bombed a
paper. Nothing in the incoherent,
ungrammatical, rambling resembled anything that could be considered a rational
thought. She had to give it an “F”. This was inevitable because in all classes
there are children that just can’t keep up.
This one, however, she knew because she had taught him previously. He had really good parents and lived in a
good neighborhood. There were no
environmental factors she could notice that made her believe shaped him to be
the unmotivated, unruly kid that he was.
To Molly, this simply wasn’t possible.
She believed that all kids were innocent and the bad apples were not to
blame, but their parents were. Even with
this preconceived notion, she couldn’t find anything wrong with his
parents. She went to school and handed
back the homework and papers. The
failing student, Osama, got back his paper and immediately complained but Molly
stood firm as it was obvious that he did not even bother to read the
material. After a short exchange, Osama
smiled and walked away seemingly defeated.
Larry Couchmanos
was visiting his cousin in Long Island . He had forgotten his GPS at home and was a
little worried because he has no sense of direction. His cousin gave him detailed directions on
how to get back to his home in Brooklyn and he
set out pessimistic that he would be able to follow them. Although he had little faith that it would go
without a hitch, he wasn’t too worried as he liked the sense of adventure. Predictably he got lost and he ended up
driving on side streets trying to get to a main road. As he turned down a corner he thought he saw
silhouettes of some people. Although he
was a little cautious, he didn’t think he’d find many people out here so he had
to ask them for directions. He always
carried two knives on him so he held one in his hand just in case these people
weren’t friendly.
Molly had clubs she was in charge of after school. By chaperoning them, she made extra income so
she willingly did it as she didn’t have much to do that day and she could
always use the extra cash. The event
ended and by the time she cleaned up and left, it was dark out. Her school was separated from the main roads
since they didn’t want little kids to be running into the street when cars were
coming. As she walked to her car, she
took out her keys and unlocked her door.
Her car was the only one in the parking lot as everyone else had
left. When she got to her car, she felt something
wrap around he neck. She squirmed until
she felt the unmistakable feel of cold steel against her neck. She froze in
fear, as she felt an arm wrap around her waist and pull her toward a body a
little taller than her. She felt the
warm breath of another person on her ear and heard an all too familiar voice
say, “Now, you have two options, either you do exactly what I say and this
knife doesn’t cut that cute smooth skin of yours or….you fight, and I tear
every piece of clothing from your body and most likely do some cutting with my
knife here.”
Molly tried
to conceal the fear from her voice and responded, “Please, you don’t have to do
this.”
“No shit, I
want to do this.”
“We’re at a
school, there’s people inside, someone will see you, as of right now, I don’t
know who you are, you can leave here and nothing will happen to you.”
Molly felt
the arm lower and the knife press against her neck as he unzipped her
jeans. She continued, “Please don’t.”
“Fuck you
bitch. Are you going to give me what I
want, or am I going to have to force you to?”
“Please
stop.”
The guy
brought his arm up along Molly’s stomach to her breasts over her shirt and
groped her front he then brought his arm down her side and grabbed her ass as
he thrusted himself toward her. He then
said, “Wise choice, now don’t fucking say another word, just bend your ass
over.”
The guy
reached around and unbuttoned Molly’s jeans and leaned his upper body against
hers guiding her to bend over. He used
the non-knife wielding hand to nudge her side motioning her to the front of the
car. He bent her over the hood of her
car and pulled down on her jeans with one arm as he kept the other firmly
around her neck with the knife pressed against the side of her neck. He fumbled with the panties but got them down
enough so that he could have his choice of where to penetrate her. The guy undid his own pants and pulled his
penis out using both hands. Molly had
already frozen up and even though the knife was not on her neck, she still
didn’t dare fight him. All she could
hope for now was that it would be over soon.
The knife came back against her neck and she held her breath. She closed her eyes and waited helplessly for
him to complete what he had set out to do. It seemed like it was taking forever
as seconds ticked on like minutes. She
heard gurgling noises and wetness on the back of her neck and thought it was
just a 14-year-old drooling with excitement about fucking his teacher.
As Larry
approached the people, he realized that they looked busy. There was a certain voyeurism to it, he
didn’t make a noise because he didn’t want to disturb them from having sex but
he wanted to get close enough so that he was sure that’s what was going
on. If it was, he’d just leave but if
not, he’d ask for directions. As he
stalked closer, he saw the knife wrap around.
What happened next was pure instinctual, he hurried behind the guy and
used his own knife to slit the knife-wielding man’s throat. The guy dropped the knife and Larry shoved
him to the side and he collapsed clutching his throat. Larry put his knife back on his waist and
rubbed Molly’s bicep saying, “You’re okay” Repeatedly.
If Molly
was paying attention she would have realized that the voice she now heard was
different. The guy was rubbing her arm
but she couldn’t feel him penetrate.
Suddenly she felt his hands on both her biceps easing her up and thought
that maybe he was having second thoughts after all. Then she saw a guy on the ground rolling and
coughing as blood oozed out of his neck soaking his hand. She instinctively turned around and saw a
face she recognized but did not match the voice she heard earlier. Suddenly, it was setting in. Although she didn’t know the person she was
looking at very well, she recognized him as a friend of a friend that she had
played poker with on a number of occasions.
The guy backed up and Molly realized that she wasn’t the only one
surprised that they knew each other. Larry
recovered quicker and put out his hands and said, “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Molly was
still shaken up, she couldn’t help herself now that she realized she was not
looking at her would-be rapist, she charged in and wrapped her arms around his
neck and buried her head in his chest. Larry
hugged her back and stroked her back as Molly seemed to relax. Molly was relaxing every moment she was in
the hug and for that reason didn’t want to let go. Larry kept reassuring her that she was okay
and then started motioning her to his car.
Molly was in no mood to walk so she pulled up on the back of Larry’s
neck and wrapped her legs around him and rested her head on his shoulder. Larry carried her to his car ignoring the
blood stains on her shirt from when he slit the would-be rapist throat and
blood sprayed onto Molly. He got Molly
in the passenger seat and got in the driver seat. He started the car and drove off unsure of
his next move. He looked at Molly and
felt confused, he started empathizing with her.
He noticed that her jeans were still undone so he said, “Button up your
jeans.”
Molly shook
her head as if she was snapping out of a trance and pulled up her panties and
jeans and buttoned and zipped them. Larry
assumed that she didn’t really want to talk about what happened so he wanted to
try to be as vague as possible since he wanted to know. He started, “Molly, how are you?”
“I’ve been
better.”
“Yea, I can
understand that, what do you want me to do?
Do you want me to take you home? A female friend’s house? Don’t feel bad if you’re a little hesitant
around me. I understand, you probably
don’t like guys right about now.”
Molly
glared at Larry and said, “No, I just don’t like high school boys right now.”
Larry’s
eyes widened as the news hit him. He
didn’t even bother to look at the guy whose throat he slit, it was more of an
impulse than anything. He asked the
first question he could think of. “Wait, you knew him?”
“Yea, his
name is Osama, I just failed him.”
“So he
wanted revenge.”
“Yea,
fucked up kid.”
Larry
smiled. He had gotten into debates with Molly
and her teacher friends about whether kids could be bad and she seemed to
confirm it. Though, Larry believed she
would just blame the parents so didn’t ask.
He just stuck to his original question, “Where do you want me to take
you?”
“I want to
go home”
“Okay, tell
me how to get there.”
She turned to Larry, “I know this is weird and forward. I appreciate your helping me, but being alone
freaks me out right now, and…well…I think I feel safer with you.”
“Not with a
female friend?”
“No, there
are more students that I gave a bad grade to.
I’m probably paranoid right now, but still I’m scared.
“Okay, but
if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me”
“I won’t”
Molly
directed Larry to her house and they both went inside. Molly immediately went to the bathroom and
turned on the shower. She then called
her two mutual friends of Larry and asked them both if they believed Larry
could be trusted. Both said yes.
Molly took
a long shower as Larry lied down on the coach.
He had fallen asleep by the time Molly got out and Molly woke him
up. She said, “Don’t get the wrong idea;
I’m not saying that we’re not going to hook up ever, but just tonight, I need
you not to.”
Larry was
confused, he was on the coach, and he thought it was clear he didn’t think he
was hooking up with her tonight. Why did
he need to be woken up for this? He said “Okay” then lied back down.
Molly shook him and said, “No, you
need to sleep in the bed with me.”
Now Larry
understood. He took off his shoes and
let Molly lead him to her bed. Both Larry and Molly lied down on opposite sides
of the bed and Larry immediately turned his back to her. Molly couldn’t explain her urge but she was
not going to compromise what she wanted.
It crossed her mind she was teasing Larry or exploiting his feeling bad
about what happened to her. She started
tapping on Larry’s arm and Larry turned toward her. Molly grabbed Larry’s arm and rolled away
bringing Larry’s arm around her body and onto her stomach. Larry followed the lead and pulled Molly into
him and slipped his other arm under her neck and used it as an extension of the
pillow. The second he did, he felt Molly’s
entire body relax in his arms. It was
the manliest feeling he’s ever had. They
both fell asleep rather quickly.
Molly woke
up before Larry. She maneuvered her way
out of Larry’s arms and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. As she exited the bed, she was glad to see Larry
was still sleeping. When he awoke, he
came into the kitchen and Molly had food ready for him. Larry was the first to speak and asked, “So,
how are you?”
“Much
better, thanks”
“Glad to
hear it.”
“How are
you doing?”
Larry was
surprised by the question and chuckled, “Me? I’m fine”
Molly had a
serious look on her face that Larry couldn’t really explain. She said, “Really? You don’t feel bad about what happened last
night?”
“You mean
what I had to do?”
“Yea”
“No,
because like I said, I had to do it, he was trying to hurt you, guys who hurt
girls, especially in that way deserve to die.”
“Even if
they’re 14?”
“This is
where you and are going to differ.
You’re a teacher, you believe that kids are innocent and all that
bullshit…I don’t. Now, I don’t really
want to remind you how I found you but let’s just say it wasn’t in the best
situation and any guy who puts a girl in that situation loses their innocence
to me and I will treat them the same regardless of age.”
“I guess
you’re right, I don’t know I just…not even a little?”
“Molly,
it’s hard for me to answer this question.
I mean it’s only been a night, I don’t want to make you relive it.”
“I promise
I’m fine.”
Larry tried
to mutter something but always got choked up so he said, “Look, if you think
I’m a monster and some horrible person because I killed a kid then that’s fine,
I’ll go. Like I said before, if you’re
uncomfortable around me, I’ll leave, so I will.” Larry said as he got up to go
toward the door.
At that
moment, Larry didn’t know what to think.
He began to believe Molly would go to the cops and that means he would
be arrested for murder. Without Molly
backing him up, he wasn’t confident he could get off. Although he was a psychology major, he had no
idea the psyche of a girl who almost gets raped. Molly walked in front of Larry and said, “I
didn’t say I wanted you to leave.”
“In so many
words”
“No, you
misunderstood. I just want to talk about
it. Don’t be shy, the only reason I’m
doing so much better last night is because I feel safe with you. You have no idea how much you helped me last
night.”
“Well you
have a weird way of showing gratitude” he blurted out then immediately
regretted it.
Molly
lowered her head and walked over to a couch to sit down. Larry followed shaking his head, wishing he
could take it back. He sat next to Molly
and said, “Look, I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re
right.”
“No, I
shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s okay,
I mean you save me from being raped and I question your motives.”
“You didn’t
question my motives; you just got shocked because I did something you
wouldn’t. You witnessed a horrendous
thing, but I feel I’m justified, the point is how you feel about it.”
Molly
turned to him, “I’m glad you did it, I just know what that means.”
“It doesn’t
make you a bad person, you’re biased because you’re the one he was trying to
hurt, and it clouds your judgment that’s all.”
“You’re
hitting on what I actually wanted to ask you.”
“What’s
that?”
“I don’t
expect you to feel bad that you killed him.
What I don’t understand is why did you do it for me?” Larry took a deep breath and Molly continued,
“I mean, you and I aren’t that close, I only see you when I’m playing poker
with mutual friends of ours. We never
hang out alone; we don’t even have each other’s numbers. Why would you risk going to jail for murder
for me?”
Larry just
nodded his head; he needed to respond to this.
He was wondering the same thing since it happened and a lot of things
went through his head but he was unsure if he wanted to tell Molly. He started, “I was wondering the same
thing…it’s not to say I regret it, the cops will find the body. They’re going to wonder about it. I don’t know if you’re going to back me
up. If you don’t, I think I’m going to
jail, if you do, I think there’s a chance I’ll get off. All I’m asking is that you tell the
truth. If we were close, I wouldn’t
doubt it, but you’re right I don’t know you, I don’t know what you’re going to
do.”
“If it
comes to that, I’ll back you up.”
“Even if
people call me a child murderer? People
will try to convince you I’m a monster and you were already thinking that.
“That’s
false”
Larry
rolled his eyes for he didn’t believe her.
He continued, “The truth is, I didn’t really think. There really wasn’t time to, I just saw a guy
forcing himself on a girl, and I acted.
I didn’t even know it was you or that I even recognized the girl. It was simply damsel in distress. If I thought about it…well…never mind.”
“You wouldn’t
have done it.” Molly said as she turned to him.
Larry was
kicking himself for he always had a problem with not having a filter between
his brain and his mouth. He tried to
think of a way out of it, but all he said was, “I don’t know…” then continued,
“It doesn’t matter though, I did, that’s all that happened. The facts are, you are completely okay
physically, and I directly contributed to that.”
“Yes you
did” as Molly wrapped her arms around Larry and kissed him on the mouth.
Larry
wanted to resist but it was hard. Molly
was a good looking girl and although he felt he may be taking advantage of the
situation, he went with it and kissed her.
They began making out and Larry stood up and Molly wrapped her legs and
arms around him as he carried her to the bedroom. Larry lied on top of her and kissed her neck
repeatedly, he lowered his body and drove his hands under her shirt and pulled
it off over her head. Molly lunged at
him and kissed him again as she removed his shirt as well as Larry undid her
bra. He pushed her upper body back a bit
and said, “Molly, you don’t owe me this, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to then…”
Molly
interrupted him with another kiss. She wrapped her legs around Larry and rolled
him onto his back so she was on top. She
started kissing his neck and down his midsection and continued her way down
taking off his pants. She reached back
up and pulled off his boxers. She slid
her body up making sure her entire body rubbed against his penis before getting
to his head. She wrapped her arms under
his and motioned upwards. Larry sat up
and Molly shoved her breasts into his face as he caressed them with his
mouth. Molly then stood up and waved her
waist in front of his face. Larry
grabbed her pajama pants and pulled them down revealing her thong. He pulled off the pants then brought his
hands up her legs and placed them on her butt pulling her groin toward
him. He caressed her butt and then reached
around and pulled down the thong leaving her naked. He pulled her toward him again and licked her
clitoris as he maneuvered his tongue around her vagina. Molly grabbed the back of his head and pulled
toward her as she moaned with pleasure.
After she climaxed she pulled back pinned Larry on his back by placing
her right leg on his chest and forced him down.
She lowered herself onto him so his penis entered her and leaned forward
gyrating up and down as her breasts dangled across Larry’s face. Larry placed his hands on her ass and pulled
himself deeper into her with every thrust. He tried to turn her but Molly slapped him
across the face and said, “I’m on top.”
Larry
smiled and went along with it. He felt
really excited and Molly sat up and thrusted her pelvis back and forth while
sitting up Larry sat up and sucked on Molly’s breasts and then moved his lips
up to her neck and mouth. After a little
while, Molly shoved Larry back down and continued riding him. Not long after, Larry yelled as he climaxed
but Molly kept going. Larry started
slapping the bed and saying, “You win” repeatedly. Molly smiled and stopped. She rolled off him and lied on his bicep with
her arm draped over his chest. Both were
panting and Larry said, “Thank you.”
Molly
smiled, ‘No, Thank you”
Eventually,
Molly and Larry got up and got dressed.
They spent the day together and Larry spent another night there before
going back to his place as he had work the next day. The body was found but the cops couldn’t pin
it to anyone. Canvassing the
neighborhood found nothing and Larry’s finger prints were not on file so didn’t
match anything. Molly and Larry went
back to status quo of only seeing each other for poker games when their mutual
friends arranged it. They did exchange
numbers and met up a couple times but it proved awkward. Larry told his friend about what happened and
she praised him for it. He never really
felt bad. To Molly, having intercourse
with Larry had a little bit to do with his saving her, but mostly, she wanted
to dominate a guy. That’s why she
insisted on being on top. In a weird
way, she saw him as vulnerable when he wouldn’t condemn her when she questioned
him. She also found it submissive of him
that he didn’t try anything the first night.
It was exactly what she needed as it restored her faith in men. Although she would never forget what happened,
she returned to work and was able to get through the day uneventfully. It was a little hard when she saw how sad the
students were of the loss of their classmate but she wasn’t the only teacher
that was unsure how to handle the situation and advise the students. She just had a different reason why it was
hard for her.
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