The bell tolled the last stroke of midnight when the man appeared. A dark figure striding out of the night. He moved as if he were part of the darkness defying the light of the single flickering street lamp. He stopped before the small chapel, looking up at the stained glass window. Then he turned away and walked on. So did evil come to Little Hartney.
The next morning Rector John Preston woke early, he rolled out of bed kissed his wife Helen on the cheek and walked through to the bathroom. As he did so he saw his adopted daughter Mary lying on her bed through her open door. Sweet and innocent Mary was his adored child, perfect in every way. She lay amidst the tangled sheets one long shapely leg sticking out from under the covers. The sight of her creamy white thigh disturbed the rector greatly, she was no longer a child her eighteenth birthday was past just three weeks ago. Shaking his head to dislodge the thoughts that sought to sink roots into his thoughts he walked into the bathroom.
At fifty-six Rector John was a man past his prime. Standing at just 5'6" his daughters all towered over him. This was unsurprising, as he had fathered none of them adopting all three girls. Sandra and Alice had both left home and now only little Mary was left with him and Helen. Pulling off his pyjama top he looked at himself in the mirror. Clean-, bald and broad shouldered. Darkly tanned from his work in the gardens, the dome of his baldhead was nut brown. His bright earnest blue eyes say in a nest of wrinkles. He looked down at himself sighing at the sight of his paunch that had stopped him seeing his own penis for ten years now. His entire upper body was covered in thick grey hair, even his shoulders had tufts of hair, his wife used to call him her bear.
He smiled at that pulling off his pyjama bottoms and turned on the shower; he looked at himself in the mirror again looking at his soft manhood. Helen had used to say he didn't just look a bear but that he had the equipment and stamina of one as well. He sighed again, it had been six years since he and Helen were last intimate. He climbed into the shower.
Mary stirred awake slowly, sitting up and yawning. Then she stretched, the act making her firm young breasts strain against the thin cotton of her nightdress. She looked down and flushed scarlet as she saw her nightdress had ridden up to show off her pussy mound. Her little thatch of red hair was matted and wet and beneath her on the bed sheet was a small damp spot. She'd had 'that' dream, an endless stream of phantom lovers. One after the other, male and female, they tried to slake her never ending need. As they failed and fell she discarded them and found a new one and another after that and after that again. She felt a sensation in her sex as the memories of the dream stirred her lust. Timorously she reached down between her thighs; the feeling of her fingertip brushing her lower lips was like a lightning bolt. She actually jumped, pulling her hand away. "No, I'm a good girl!" She said to the room in general. Slipping from her bed she padded across the room to her wardrobe and opened it.
Looking at herself critically in the mirror. At 5'10" she was very nearly the tallest girl in the school. Her body was slender and perfectly white and smooth, the same shade as fresh milk. Her long fiery red hair fell about her shoulders. Her features were soft and delicate, a little button nose, a small pink mouth and glittering green eyes. She pulled her nightie off exposing her firm full breasts, both a large handful in her small long fingered hands. Capped with small pink nipples that pointed up, there was not a hint of sogginess to them. She opened her panty draw and pulled out a pair of white cotton panties and slowly pulled them up her shapely legs and over her tight little arse. She followed this with a matching white bra and white knee high socks. She then pulled on and buttoned her shirt and tie. Followed by her knee length green wool skirt and her green jumper. She sat down to braid her hair.
Rector John had finished washing and was now dressed in his dark suit and priest's collar, also known as a dog collar. Helen his wife was making breakfast and talking to him about the gossip of the village wives as he leafed through the daily telegraph. "Oh and by the by" said Helen drawing his attention " the school has apparently found a new English teacher to replace Ms Spaulding while she goes off to have her bastard child" Helen said the last with some relish, she held views on single mothers and the previous English teacher's out of wedlock child was as far as she was concerned and abomination. "Oh, very good then" he replied and was about to turn back to his paper when the doorbell rang. Constable Tony Pike the village policeman was at the door, his round honest face shining with indignation "Rector you gotta come quick, someone's vandalised the church!"
Mary came downstairs to see her father rushing out the door with Constable Tony. "What's wrong mama?" she asked her mother. "Some dreadful people have blasphemed again god" Helen pronounced in tone of outraged pleasure "I suspect they were satanists, or drug addicts, or perhaps some of those dreadful asylum seekers!" As her mother prattled on Mary made herself toast. Then picked up her leather satchel and Queen Anne's girl school blazer and headed out of the door to catch the school bus her departure for five more minutes.
As it was the first day of term the headmistress of Queen Anne's gave a speech at the assembly, Dr Fyne tall elegant woman in her late forties who dressed impeccably at all times. The students all were certain that she bleached her hair to keep it blonde, though she always wore it in a tight bun. She stared out at the sea of girls over the tops of her severe glasses "now let me introduce our newest member of staff Mr Dante, he will be teaching the sixth form gels English literature" Dr Fyne always spoke absolutely perfect Queen's English, Mary suspected she had learnt it from a book. Mr Dante stood and came to the front of the stage in the small school hall. He was an impressive man; tall and very broad shouldered with wavy black hair and dark tanned skin. A mischievous smile split his small goatee and his dark eyes danced and glittered as he looked out across the hall "Good morning girls, I am Mr Dante and it will be my pleasure to teach you, I am sure this will be an eventful year for us all." His voice was rich and deep with a trace of a strange accent. As he finished speaking his eyes met Mary's and a thrill of what might have been recognition made her sit up straight.
The day passed quietly and Mary did not see Mr Dante again, as she didn't have English on a monday. As the bell rang she ran out meet Ms Weiss. Ms Weiss the PE teacher was a strange sight she was originally German and had been an Olympic contender in the female weight lifting team for Germany. There were rumours of steroid abuse in her past, hence why she was working at a small girl's school out in the country. She was over six-foot with massive arms and shoulders, her features could only charitably described as handsome, Still she was kind in a distant way and a very good trainer. Being small their school had no swimming pool so every monday Ms Weiss would drive them over to swim practise in the next town. On the way all the other girls could talk about was Mr Dante and how handsome he was. Some wondered why such a handsome man had been hired to teach hormonal girls, it could only lead to trouble. Ms Weiss ended the conversation there by saying Dr Fyne would have everything under control.
