Miss Jensen is called in front of the Faculty Review Board

Part 3 - The Faculty Review Board

Friday After School

Miss Jensen receives notice to meet with members of the Faculty Advisory Committee after school..

She knocks on the door and is greeted, gruffly, by the head football coach. He doesn’t say a word, instead he just smirks and directs her inside.

She walks past him apprehensively and sees four other members of the Faculty Advisory Committee seated in the boardroom:

Roger Lloyd, the Faculty President. He is in his mid-50’s, thin, average height, with peppery gray and black hair and a mustache.

Seated to his right is the school Dean, Charlie Jones. He is in his late 40’s, pudgy with bright pink skin, buggy eyes, and nearly bald, with tufts of hair on each side of his bulbous head.

Next to him is the Board President, Dr. Dennis Turner. Turner looks very much like a stereotypical sleazy politician. He is in a pressed white shirt and tie, has a fake orange tan, a full head of perfectly combed hair with just the right amount of gray to convey experience. He is in his late 40’s, but in pretty good shape.

Finally, on the very end is guidance counselor Norman Finks; a thin-yet-doughy, creepy looking older man with pasty skin, a large forehead, a receding hairline with curly gray hair, and thick glasses.

She also notices that Sheila Nunez and Marci Jackson are not present.

Her stomach tightens, “Seriously? More football issues?” she thinks to herself aggravatedly.

Despite her insanely bizarre week, Miss Jensen still looks absolutely stunning. She is in a tight, form fitting pull-over gray blouse with a deep scoop that shows off her incredible cleavage. She is also in a black pleated skirt that ends just above her knees and black-closed-toe stiletto heels; needless to say, her legs look amazing!

“Y’all asked to see me?” She inquires nervously.

The men ogle her intently in near silence for an uncomfortable amount of time before Dean Jones speaks up, “Yes, thank you for coming on such short notice. Please make yourself comfortable.”

She looks at all the men curiously and places her purse down on a nearby desk. She then goes and stands directly in front of the long boardroom table that they are all sitting behind.

“If this is about our star football player’s grades, I was sure you all already knew…he passed my exam and is eligible to play,” she says half annoyed.

“Yes, um that’s uh… great! Good Job on that.” Says the Dean uneasily. “But uh, this board has been called together for something a bit more serious.”

Her eyes widen as she tries to decipher what he is talking about.

He then continues, “We are here to get to the bottom of some very serious allegations against you.”

She clasps her chest in shock, “I beg your pardon! What do you mean?”

“Please refrain from commenting until we have finished. “Interjects Counselor Finks.

Dean Jones nods in agreement and goes on, “Some rumors have surfaced regarding yourself and some inappropriate conduct in your classroom earlier this week.”

Her face turns flush red, and she blurts out “Excuse me!?”

“A-hem,” He clears his throat and continues, “as a result we were **** to launch an investigation. We have already held some interviews. All we require now is your input into the matter.” Responds Dean Jones, very matter-of-factly.

“Input? This is ludicrous! The halls are full of rumors and gossip.”

“Yeah…um, well based on the testimony and evidence on hand, we are inclined to believe these rumors.” Says Dean Jones.

She holds her temples as her mind begins to spin uncontrollably again, “You can’t be serious! You’re going to take the word of two infatuated schoolboys over one of your own faculty?”

“We haven’t said a thing about it being two boys…. Yet.” Says Dennis Turner slyly.

“But since you mention it, we’ve only heard accusations from one. The other still denies everything.”

“But, based on your little slip of the tongue and inconsistencies in his story, we have every reason to believe he’s covering up for you.”

“We can completely understand why he would do so, too.” Says the guidance counselor as he practically undresses her with his eyes.

“There is also the matter of these.”

Dean Jones reaches into a large envelope and pulls out a pair of soiled panties. She immediately recognizes them and remembers not being able to find them when she got dressed. She then recalls Derek using them to wipe their seamen from her face and body during the encounter. He must have kept them as a souvenir.

“We are assured that if we were to have these examined, they would contain bodily fluids from all three of you.” Says the School Board President with a sly smirk.

Dean Jones places them against his mouth and nose and inhales deeply.

“Or I can go over to you right now and confirm for myself…. SNIFF, SNIFF” Dean Jones exaggerates a sniffing sound while staring at her crotch.

All the men laugh boisterously.

She shakes her head in disgust. “I, uh, they….” She tries to come up with a rational explanation, but her mind is too foggy, and she can barely think.

“Oh Gawd….” She drops her head in silence.

“The evidence is against you.” Says Roger Lloyd sternly. “Unless you can come up with something drastic, here and now, we will have **** but to launch a formal investigation against you.”

The Board President adds on, “In that case, you will be placed on unpaid leave, effective immediately, and we will have **** but to bring in the District Attorney’s office.”

“Can you give us something to work with? Anything?” Asks the Faculty President with feigned sincerity.

“Don’t throw away your career and your reputation… “ Says the Guidance Counselor.

The Coach moves in closely to her and threatens, “This could become very serious…

…We’d hate to see things go south for a pretty gal like you.”

Tears well up in her eyes as she stands there trying to regain her composure.

She feels anger and frustration building up inside herself.

“You want something to work with?” She laughs to herself sarcastically.

“This is no board of inquiry. You have your minds already made up!” She practically screams.

“Hold on now Missy!” Shout the men defensively.

She continues on, “You had no intention of listening to my side, did you?

In fact, you want me to be guilty!”

“Simmer down now!“ Shouts Lloyd.

“Then answer me this. Why are none of the women who serve on this board present today?”

“Well uh….” The Dean stammers.

The Board President interrupts, “We took it upon ourselves, as gentlemen, to spare the ladies the sordid details of this vulgar case.”

“Yes, exactly. Of course!” They all chime in

“Really? So, it has nothing to do with y’all wanting me to compromise myself in their absence?” she asks sarcastically.

The men all grin in response to her question.

“Pray tell, whatever could you be implying?”

“Compromise?” Asks one of them excitedly.

“Hmmm.”

All the men’s faces light up and they begin to smile wickedly.

“I may be fresh out of college and new to teaching, but I’m not stupid.” Her voice grows stronger.

“You brought me in here to scare me. You gave me no warning about what I was walking into and no chance to bring in any kind a representation or council. Then you threaten to fire me and publicly humiliate me… Hell! You even threatened prosecution!

All for what? …” She raises her head and glares at them defiantly.

“So I could let y’all have your way with me or something!?”