Ellie sat quietly alone on Saturday morning, thinking about the past few months. She had exposed herself to her former student, Billy. She had also slept with the real estate agent, Jack Eastland, that she had inadvertently and simultaneously shown herself to. It was early December now, and her husband Ted had gone to get new outdoor Christmas decorations. Ellie's phone rang but the name did not show on her caller ID and she did not recognize the number.
"Hello?" she half answered, half questioned.
"Is Ellie there?" the voice was a man's that sounded somewhat familiar to her.
"This is she, who is this?"
"This is Leon Bandy."
Ellie remembered how she had unintentionally caused her former coworker to retire after it was revealed he maliciously bullied Billy, and Ellie had not only helped Billy, but also revealed to the administration how Mr. Bandy had been treating him.
"Hey, Mr. Bandy, how are you?" she asked, not really caring.
"I could not be better, how is your husband...Ted right?"
"Ted is good, he works and golfs a lot." she answered, already bored with this call.
"That is good, a man needs hobbies. How is Billy doing? I heard he went off to college."
Ellie immediately felt uncomfortable when Mr. Bandy mentioned Billy.
"Billy is good I guess, his mother hasn't said anything to me that would make me think he wasn't doing well at school." Ellie answered assertively.
"Well I am sure he was glad to have you as a tutor. Did you sleep with him right away or did you seduce him?" Leon Bandy boldly asked.
"Excuse the hell out of me, what did you just say!" Ellie demanded.
"Yeah, it seems I have proof that you had an affair with your student." Mr. Bandy bluntly replied.
"You could not have proof of something that did not happen." Ellie corrected him.
"Well I have a picture of you in your back yard, exposing yourself to the house that Billy lives in. Maybe I was mistaken, maybe it was Billy's father you were showing your breasts to. I don't know, you tell me." Mr. Bandy's voice oozed bad intent.
Ellie could not believe what she was hearing. Jack Eastland had took pics of her when she was in her backyard showing herself to Billy, but how could Leon Bandy have got his hands on one of those photographs?
Then he told her.
"You see, after I retired, I decided I wanted to move to Florida, so I needed to list my house with a realtor. Jack Eastland is well-known to sell homes at an above average price. When he came to my house, he had to take all kinds of pictures of my home inside and out. When he was outside, I peeked in his briefcase, and what did I find but a folder with a whole bunch of pictures of you in that little swimsuit you stripped off. He had so many pictures, that I knew he would never miss any if I took one. Have you seen it? You seem to be lifting up your chest for someone else's eyes. I figured since Billy lives behind you, and you are facing his house, you don't have to be a genius to put it all together."
Ellie felt like she would faint. Her hands trembled and panic was about to set in. The only thing that kept her from crying was her rage at Jack for not destroying the pics.
"Mr. Bandy, I have to go now." she almost begged him.
"Go ahead and call whoever you want, I expect you to call me back in ten minutes, understand?" he ordered.
"I understand." Ellie answered defeated.
As soon as she hung up, she angrily called Jack Eastland to find out why he was carrying her nude pictures around with him.
Jack explained, "Oh shit! I am sorry Ellie, Leon Bandy was one of my stops that afternoon we got together. I had to go outside and take pics of the front and back of his home. I never thought he would go through my stuff while I was outside. I am going to go kick that old man's ass!"
"No, he has one of the pictures you took the day I was outside, and if he gives it to Billy's parents, Ted, or the school board, I am ruined. I wish I had never done any of it. Did you get rid of the rest like you said you would?" Ellie asked, already knowing the answer.
"You told me I could keep them. I did shred the pictures, but I have the digital copies on my computer in a secure file." Jack answered, trying to reassure her.
Ellie bluntly answered, "I am asking you to get rid of those too. I don't want anymore of this event haunting me. I do not know what Bandy is going to want. I have to get that picture and hope he hasn't told or showed anyone."
"I am sorry Ellie, is there anything I can do to help?" Jack knew he had accidentally put her in this mess.
"No, you have done enough, I will have to figure it out." she dreaded the cost.
"I will deliberately not even try to sell that bastard's house now." Jack said.
Ellie took little comfort, "Yeah, I guess that will really show him." she dryly answered.
Ellie called Leon Bandy back, dreading whatever the old man had in mind. He was nearly 70 years old and a widower. She doubted that he could even get an erection. The thought of that made her shiver with disgust. Maybe he would demand money and she could take out a cash advance on her credit cards. Whatever it would be, she knew it would not be pleasant, at least not for her.
Mr. Bandy told Ellie to be at his home at 2pm sharp, and to come by herself. Ellie agreed. She showered and got dressed. Deciding against wearing anything revealing or that could be considered remotely inviting. She picked out her most plain, white bra and panty set. Ellie wore khaki pants and a blue sweater. She drove to Bandy's house, filled with fear, dread and worry. What if he insisted on ruining her, and her husband, work and neighbors learned what she had done.
Ellie realized that Mr. Bandy had not pieced together that she had slept with Jack Eastland, so there was some relief there.
She pulled into Leon Bandy's driveway at exactly 2 o'clock sharp. Ellie noticed a third car in the driveway and wondered if he owned it too or was someone else here. She rang the bell and got her answer. There was a second man that she instantly recognized as Carl Watts, a teacher that she had when she was in high school. He was older than Leon Bandy, and she knew he was easily in his 70s. Watts had a reputation as a teacher that always tried to look down his female students tops or stare at them a little too long. Ellie recalled he was a widower as well. She was unaware that Bandy and Watts were even friends though.
"Come in Ellie, we have been anxiously waiting for you." Bandy said coldly.
"It is good to see you again after all these years Ellie." Watts added, "You were always one of my favorite students." his eyes went up and down Ellie's body.
Ellie entered the house and when the door shut she had never felt so alone. It dawned on her that she could easily physically beat up both of these men, if she wanted to. It also dawned on her that she had brought this on herself, and she would get herself out of it. She knew that regardless of appearances, she could regain control here.
Ellie stepped into the living room and stood silently as both men took a seat on the couch. Ellie decided to take charge and confront the issue head on.
"I want to know what I have to do to leave here with the item that you took from Mr. Eastland." Ellie defiantly stated.
"Well hold on there, let's discuss what this is all about first." Bandy answered her back, "We really don't care who you were showing off to, we just think you need to be put in your place. You come across as this innocent little teacher and wife, but you are just another slut that likes to use men. It is past time you learned some manners young lady. I'll give you your dirty little picture back, but for the next little bit, you are going to do what we tell you to. Do I make myself clear?"
Ellie swallowed her pride and faked humility, "I understand. What do you want me to do?"
Without saying a word, Mr. Watts went to the kitchen and brought a chair from under the table. Ellie knew it was for her, and she sat down facing them both. Both the old men's eyes were wide with the power they felt at the moment over a "helpless" woman. Ellie considered overpowering the men, finding the picture, taking it and leaving. Knowing she could do this, she decided to play along and see what would happen if she stayed.
Mr. Watts spoke up, "I remember that you were a goody-two-shoes in school. You didn't have a bad reputation and were always on the honor roll." Watts smiled,
"Then you would come in my class, sitting there all nice and quiet and then do that stretching thing where you push your chest out while you yawn really big. You liked to tease with them boobs back then and I want to see you do that now."
Ellie obediently did as she was told. She pulled her arms behind her and thrust her breasts out toward the men. She looked down and realized how much bigger they looked in this sweater and from her vantage point, she could see the curve of each breast, and the face of one of the men, above each side. She put her arms back down waiting for further instruction.
Mr. Watts stood and waked directly behind her. "Do that again." he told her. Ellie again stretched, arched her back, and pushed her C cup breasts out. This time Mr. Watts hands reached out and ran down the sides of her chest before coming over the top of each breast and squeezing them. He fondled her over her sweater as Mr. Bandy watched his friend knead and grab the protruding orbs.
