You are deliberately vague

Your mind races as you put what occurred down on paper. For good or bad, your years as an alcoholic taught you how to present poor decisions in the best possible light, and you worked on doing just that. You construct your account almost automatically, sticking to the facts, but omitting the details that could be used against you. There was no point in hiding the fact that the girls used their shirts to attempt to clean the spray-paint - the red smears on their shirts were impossible to deny, but there isn't any need to implicate yourself more than you had to either.

In the end you described finding the two sisters and catching them as they tried to run on two separate occasions. You put in writing that you told them they had to clean up their mess and that the sisters used their shirts to do it. Whose idea it had been to use their garments, and the fact that they had nothing on underneath their tank tops did not end up on the paper. You did however write down that when you saw what they were doing you told them to stop and put their shirts back on. In this way you have some plausible deniability if it comes to that.

As a teacher, you've learned to write these accounts without emotion. The anger you feel is reflected only in the thickness of the dark lines the pencil leaves on the yellowing paper. Hopefully the sisters accounts will be emotionally charged and full of contradictions. Mr. Hawkfeather has put a dress shirt and tie back on as you've been writing and you try to gauge what kind of man he is as you finish up your version of the events.

Who knows, maybe you are worrying for nothing. Compared to some of the other things you've heard about this school what you did wasn't that bad, surely a school administrator would see that. And thank God this Hawkfeather was a man, Ms. Naylor would have almost certainly sided with her poor victimized students without even considering your side of the story.

The hardest decision you make is to stop your narrative of the events before Grace began offering you sexual favors. On one hand, it would make removing their shirts on their own seem more plausible if they also tried to bribe you with sex a little later. You decide however, that the more the incident is focused on their vandalism and the less it involves questionable relations between you and these students thirty years younger than you the better.

As a further reminder about what the underlying issue really is, you pull out your phone and leave it on with the picture of what they had done to your bedroom on the screen. It is too far away to see what Grace put down in her account, but it too looked pretty much to the point. Sally on the other hand had almost filled her page with her description of the events, and as you watch Mr. Hawkfeather read over the differing versions you suspect that the younger of the two sisters probably had the most damning of all three accounts.