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and before Zofia realized how far things had gone, she and Don had consummated their friendship and become lovers.
Once he’d finished he stood up, clearly sobered by his actions.
“I’m sorry, Zofia. I don’t know what got into me.” He brushed the hair out of his eyes and quickly pulled his pants on zipping them.
She didn’t answer. Why was he sorry? She wasn’t sorry.
“Please, forgive me. Let’s pretend that this never happened.”
“Why? I am not sorry it happened.” She said.
“Zofia, I am too old for you and besides I am your teacher. I didn’t mean to take liberties with you. My goodness, you were just so lovely and so willing…What did I do? You must promise to keep this a secret because if anyone finds out I will be fired from the school.”
“I would never tell anyone. It is our special secret. But” she hesitated , her heart breaking a little. “You are not too old for me. I am very mature for my age.” She sat up pulling her clothes back around her body, suddenly ashamed of her nakedness.
“ That you are. But you deserve better than me, I am nothing more than an old alcoholic schoolteacher. You have your whole life ahead of you. There will be many men, better men than me.” He spoke fast, his hand continually running through his long hair.
Then even though the s ofa was dark in color, he saw the spot of blood.
“Oh” he said as if he’d been hit by a train. “I had no idea. You were a virgin?”
“Yes.” She hung her head, could not look directly at him.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” He walked over to the kitchen counter and poured himself a shot of vodka. After he drank it in a single gulp, he poured another.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“I think its best that you do.” Donald was flushed “Here take the record player and this pile of records. They are a gift, no need to return them.” He said handing her the coat and hat she’d worn to his apartment and loading the heavy pile of records and player onto the table in front of her.
She was trembling and holding back the tears as she put her coat on. There should be something she could say, but she could think of nothing. She wanted to say, I thought you loved me, but the words would not come. Instead, Donald ushered her out and before she knew it, Zofia was walking home carrying a heavy load.
After he closed the door, Donald threw his vodka glass at the wall his face burnt with anger. Why couldn’t he stop seducing these young students? This was dangerous he could lose his job, and maybe worse.
Chapter 9
When Lena arrived at Zofia’s house, on Monday morning Zofia was still in bed but she got up to answer the door.
“Are you sick?” Lena asked.
“I’m not going to school today.”
“I can see that. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I think I am going to quit.”
“Are you crazy? You lov e school. Why would you leave?”
“I am going to work full time. My mother and I need the money.”
“It’s only a few months to graduation, why don’t you just stick it out?”
“I can’t we need the money now. I am going to talk to my boss and see if he will give me more hours.”
“Are you sure, Zof?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“Then I guess I should go. I’ll see you later, after school maybe?”
“ Maybe… I don’t know what hours Mr. Bidowsky will want me to work.
“I’ll try to drop by and see if you’re here.”
“All right.”
Z ofia did not go to work that day. She stayed in bed. When Lena knocked at the door after school, she didn’t answer. How could she have been such an idiot? How could she have made such a fool of herself? Her mother’s demands continued. She had been ill for so long now that she did not get out of bed unless she had to go to the bathroom. Zofia realized that her mother’s illness was more mental than physical. She had died inside when she lost her husband and now she just lay in bed waiting for the time she would join him. Usually Zofia brought her
Once he’d finished he stood up, clearly sobered by his actions.
“I’m sorry, Zofia. I don’t know what got into me.” He brushed the hair out of his eyes and quickly pulled his pants on zipping them.
She didn’t answer. Why was he sorry? She wasn’t sorry.
“Please, forgive me. Let’s pretend that this never happened.”
“Why? I am not sorry it happened.” She said.
“Zofia, I am too old for you and besides I am your teacher. I didn’t mean to take liberties with you. My goodness, you were just so lovely and so willing…What did I do? You must promise to keep this a secret because if anyone finds out I will be fired from the school.”
“I would never tell anyone. It is our special secret. But” she hesitated , her heart breaking a little. “You are not too old for me. I am very mature for my age.” She sat up pulling her clothes back around her body, suddenly ashamed of her nakedness.
“ That you are. But you deserve better than me, I am nothing more than an old alcoholic schoolteacher. You have your whole life ahead of you. There will be many men, better men than me.” He spoke fast, his hand continually running through his long hair.
Then even though the s ofa was dark in color, he saw the spot of blood.
“Oh” he said as if he’d been hit by a train. “I had no idea. You were a virgin?”
“Yes.” She hung her head, could not look directly at him.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” He walked over to the kitchen counter and poured himself a shot of vodka. After he drank it in a single gulp, he poured another.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“I think its best that you do.” Donald was flushed “Here take the record player and this pile of records. They are a gift, no need to return them.” He said handing her the coat and hat she’d worn to his apartment and loading the heavy pile of records and player onto the table in front of her.
She was trembling and holding back the tears as she put her coat on. There should be something she could say, but she could think of nothing. She wanted to say, I thought you loved me, but the words would not come. Instead, Donald ushered her out and before she knew it, Zofia was walking home carrying a heavy load.
After he closed the door, Donald threw his vodka glass at the wall his face burnt with anger. Why couldn’t he stop seducing these young students? This was dangerous he could lose his job, and maybe worse.
Chapter 9
When Lena arrived at Zofia’s house, on Monday morning Zofia was still in bed but she got up to answer the door.
“Are you sick?” Lena asked.
“I’m not going to school today.”
“I can see that. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I think I am going to quit.”
“Are you crazy? You lov e school. Why would you leave?”
“I am going to work full time. My mother and I need the money.”
“It’s only a few months to graduation, why don’t you just stick it out?”
“I can’t we need the money now. I am going to talk to my boss and see if he will give me more hours.”
“Are you sure, Zof?”
“Yes, I am sure.”
“Then I guess I should go. I’ll see you later, after school maybe?”
“ Maybe… I don’t know what hours Mr. Bidowsky will want me to work.
“I’ll try to drop by and see if you’re here.”
“All right.”
Z ofia did not go to work that day. She stayed in bed. When Lena knocked at the door after school, she didn’t answer. How could she have been such an idiot? How could she have made such a fool of herself? Her mother’s demands continued. She had been ill for so long now that she did not get out of bed unless she had to go to the bathroom. Zofia realized that her mother’s illness was more mental than physical. She had died inside when she lost her husband and now she just lay in bed waiting for the time she would join him. Usually Zofia brought her
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