"So what if I was at Mr. Sanders' house the other night?" Tina Williams said, glaring at Tim Jackman and his partner, Sgt. Martha Draper who were meeting with her in Heidi's office at Jamestown High School.
"Are you having sex with him?" Martha asked.
"I don't see where that's any of your fucking business," Tina snapped.
"You're a student at the high school, Tina," Tim said. "That means if Mr. Sanders had sex with you, he could be in big trouble. So could you."
"Gimme a break!" the teenager snapped. "You think I'm stupid? You can't prove I done anything wrong. Even if I'm screwin' Mr. Sanders, and I ain't sayin' I am, it ain't illegal."
"I think it's possible the department of social services might be interested in what you and Mr. Sanders are doing," Martha said. "Maybe they might think it has some bearing on what kind of mother you are."
"Hey! Wait a minute!" Tina snapped, paling a little. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Do you know Cynthia Dumas?" Tim asked. Now that Tina was off-balance, he wanted to keep her that way.
"Cynthia, yeah, she's OK," Tina said. "Not many of the girls here in school want to hang out with me. Cynthia's not like that. She's cool."
"She's in a coma," Tim said.
Tina's complexion turned ashen. "What? What happened? Did she get in an accident or something?" she asked.
"She told her mother Mr. Sanders did it to her," Martha said.
"He...he what?" Tina stammered. "I...he...I don't believe that. He...he wouldn't do something like that."
"Last night, Cynthia OD'd, Tina," Heidi said, entering the conversation for the first time. "She told her mother she did it because of Mr. Sanders. We're pretty sure Cynthia was sleeping with him, too. She apparently found out he was sleeping with other girls and couldn't handle it, so..."
"It's the same thing as if he fed her the pills himself," Tim said. "If she dies, it's on his head." He paused and watched the girl. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Ben Sanders may have been responsible for the death of the only girl in school who was ever friendly to you," he continued. "Think about that, Tina. Do you really want him to get away with that?"
Tina was crying now, and had her face hidden in her hands. She shook her head.
"Have you had sexual relations with Ben Sanders, Tina?" Tim asked.
"Yeah...yeah, Mr. Sanders and me...we made it a...a couple of times," Tina stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You weren't lying to me, were you? Is Cynthia really gonna die?"
"We don't know yet," Heidi told her. "She's still alive, but she's been unconscious since last night."
"Do you know if Mr. Sanders is having sex with any other girls here in school?" Martha asked.
"I think he is," Tina said. "I...I heard a couple of them talking. They...they pretty much act like I'm not around in the girls' room, you know, and they sometimes say stuff in front of me."
"Who?" Tim asked.
"Sarah Davis, for sure," Tina said. "I heard her tellin' her sister Mindy what a stud Mr. Sanders is the other day. And Melanie Sparks, too, I think."
"Tim, look at this," Heidi said, holding out a piece of paper.
"What's that?" her husband asked.
"It's today's absentee list," Heidi said. "Both Sarah and Mindy Davis are out today. And Ben Sanders is off, too. Do you think that's a coincidence?"
"Call the girls' home, see if someone's there," Tim said.
Heidi looked up the Davis girls' phone number and dialed. The phone rang and rang. She looked at Tim and Martha and shook her head.
"Shall we go over and see if Mr. Sanders is home?" Tim asked Heidi and Martha.
"Might as well," Martha said.
"I'll stay here with Tina," Heidi said. "I think she and I need to talk."
Ben awoke and looked up so see Mindy sitting in bed next to him, watching him. He looked around, didn't see Sarah, and wondered where she was. As he gazed at Mindy's lovely pubescent body, his cock began to stir.
Mindy smiled at him. "Sarah went to the bathroom," she said.
Ben reached out and cupped one of Mindy's budding breasts. He felt a shudder go through her. When he pulled her into his arms she pressed her body against his and her arms slid around him. She looked at him, wide-eyed.
Ben covered Mindy's mouth with his. The girl groaned and pressed against him even tighter. He slid his hands down, cupped her firm derriere, and pulled her against his swollen middle. Her arms tightened around him and her tongue slid into his mouth.
Finally, because they needed to breathe, they ended the kiss. Mindy gazed at him, breathing hard.