Corroborating evidence

Standing there, with Emily in tears having just confessed what you know to be the truth and with Mr. Carter pinning Valerie in place on the couch, her combative demeanor having been somewhat replaced by that of submissive defeat as she is **** into the cushions, you decide that now is the time to bring in the other girls. See if this lie Valerie have constructed won’t come crumbling down if her cohorts, willing or unwilling, is made to explain themselves.

You step to the door and opens it, “Sondra, Tricia. Come in here.”

Not waiting for a reply, you move back to the desk before turning to face the two newcomers, their faces masked with worry as they glance at you, at Valerie, and a little at both Mr. Carter and young Emily.

"I want to know what happened, and I want to know it right now," you let the two girls know in no uncertain terms, "I'd advise telling the truth,” you add a stern warning, “You have one chance ladies. Who is first?"

The two girls look startled, diverting their eyes from yours and looking at each other, the skin of their faces and necks flush with embarrassment as they desperately look for a way out. Their ringleader offering no help as she is trapped by Mr. Carter. Finally, Sondra, Valerie’s usual sidekick, raises a hand, slowly.

"Very well Sondra, let's hear it," you cross your arms as you lean back against the desk.

"It was kind of a hazing thing. Like to join up. And I guess it got out of hand," she stutters along.

"Be specific Sondra," you tell her.

"Like it was supposed to be just playing. Like pretend. But then everyone got kind of excited, and Valerie maybe took it too far."

"How far Sondra?" you pressure her, seeing how she glanced nervously towards Valerie when admitting that last bit.

"Like she called them lesbians, and said they had to, you know… like… do it… for real… if they wanted to join. And she made Tricia pull her panties down and Emily… like go down on her. Like she didn't **** them, but she said if they wanted to join… they had to."

You hear Valerie complaining once more, or the muffled sounds of that, as you keep your eyes fixed on Sondra. Sondra who, like the other girls, also seem to make an effort of not looking in the direction of Valerie.

"What about you Tricia? Is that what happened?" you turn your attention to the other newcomer.

"Yes Ms. Naylor. We didn't want to, but things kind of got crazy."

"And what about Mr. Carter? What did he do?" you ask, trying to keep your voice calm and impartial.

"I guess he saw us. I screamed and Valerie started to threaten him, and we're here I guess," Tricia explains.

"Did Mr. Carter threaten you, or say that he was going to do anything to you?"

"No Ms. Naylor. Just that we all had to come to your office," she shakes her head, seeming almost equally scared of such an allegation and relieved of rejecting it and coming clean about what too place.

"Very well," you sigh, moving behind your desk and sitting back down. Considering what to do next now that bitch Valerie stands alone with her claims.