Yes. And you get a nasty surprise.

You leave Brian and Darnell chatting, and decide to head back to your cottage. Once there you climb the stairs to your room, taking off your jacket and unbuckling your belt. Before you can turn the light on someone tackles you, knocking you down. Liquid spills all over your shirt. It smells like gin. You stumble, grab, and snatch, grabbing some cloth that rips away in your hands.

"Let go of me you pervert!" a voice shrieks as you scramble to your feet, flicking the light on and staring at the piece of cloth in your hands. You hear the front door slam open and voices in the hall.

"What the hell?" Brian shouts, bounding up the stairs, followed more slowly by Lorri McKay and another teacher.

"Mr. Carter, what is going on here?" the imposing black woman asks, looking puzzled but stern.

"I.. I have no idea!" you say with puzzled indignation. "I came back to go over my material and then someone tackled me. I swear I have no idea what's going on!"

"He tried to **** me!" a voice shrieks again and you turn to see Valerie cowering in a corner of your room, burying her face in her hands, sinking to her knees. "He was going to **** me!"

You can't believe your ears. This can't be happening. "What? NO! I'd never.. Never do something like that!" Still trying to wrap your mind around what just happened, you know you don't sound too confident. Brian and Lorri exchange glances with each other and the third woman, who you now recognise as Donna Considine. They look confused but concerned.

"Mr. Carter, please come with us. You too, Valerie." the black woman demands. Valerie is sobbing heavily. "Miss McKay, please, do I have to go with this pervert? I'm scared!" Lorri looks at Valerie with a raised eyebrow. "Yes, missy, you do have to go. We'll be on our way to the headmistresses office right now. You can tell her what happened in detail. Nothing will happen between you two." She grabs Valeries wrist and pulls her up. "Get going, now."

Waiting in front of the headmistresses office while Valerie is inside, you feel your anger growing even more. Your pulse is high, your breath goes quickly. You try to calm yourself, take a deep breath, close your eyes. The door opens. "Mr. Carter, please come in." Diana Naylor waves you in with a frown on her face. After listening to your side of the story and quieting Valerie down a bunch of times, she still doesn't seem satisfied. "I warned the both of you to stay out of trouble."

She taps her chin. "Valerie, I'm not sending you to Dean Hawkfeather for this but you'll have detention for the next month. I'm not satisfied with what I've heard today, and I'm going to look into it further. You may go." The girl gets up, looking contrite, but shooting you a malicious glance as she passes you. When the door closes behind her the headmistress turns her attention to you.

"Mr. Carter.. Well, let's say I'm concerned about your history and your drinking problem. If this was any other student than Valerie Cummins I'd probably dismiss you immediately. However, she has a long history of lying and causing trouble. Nonetheless, I'm very troubled by this. You may go, but be assured I'll be watching."

Still angry after you leave her office, you decide to take a walk instead of going back to the cottage. You hear footsteps behind you and see Valerie following you. Seeing you notice she catches up with you and grabs you by the arm. "I warned you, Mason. I'll make your life living hell." She pulls herself closer to you and looks up to you seductively. "Come on, Mason, I know you want me." Teasingly she leans onto your shoulder, pressing her full, ripe boobs against your chest. You grab her by the shoulders and shove her away from you.

"Stay out of my way, girl," you growl turning away and striding quickly back to your cottage. Brian seems to be in in his room, and feeling exhausted from the stress you go to your own room.

There on your bedside table you find a phone that wasn't there before. Curious, you turn it on, just to see Valeries pretty face. But that's not the only thing. She is naked, posing as though someone is forcing her to make those pictures, her eyes shining with tears. You knew she could act, but this? It's almost too much for you to handle. You slump onto your bed, fighting against the wave of despair that threatens to engulf you.