He heard the sound of something knocking against glass.Craig whirled in place, hand gripping the edge of the stove. The window was the same as it had ...been, a wall of white. He took a breath. Had he imagined it? His mind objecting to the silence of the storm?Another knock.It seemed to come from the sun room. He ran, slippered feet almost losing traction on the smooth floor. His eyes went to the large picture window as he passed through the darkened dining room. Nothing there, just another wall. Maybe it was Friday the thirteenth… I don’t know, but it felt like it. Mr. Selznick, I mean Norm, was a man in his early-fifties and very supportive of the staff so it was no surprise when he gave me a huge hug and held my hand as tears soaked his shirt. ‘Norm,’ I sobbed, ‘I can’t believe this is happening to me. I’ve tried to be the best teacher possible and yet, now you say I’ve been terminated. It’s not fair!’ ‘You’re right, Eve. You are a wonderful teacher and a beautiful person. Look, you. With my hand, I started rubbing his throbbing dick against my crack, enough sweat built up that there was little resistance even without lube. Then he started taking over. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit, using that to stroke his cock. He spit again in the other hand, using that to lube up my hole. Slowly, he pressed the fat head of his dick against my hold and started to push. A small gasp escaped me, and he looked up, making sure I was okay. With a slow nod, I told him it was. Look here, my child is under the care of a licensedpsychologist, and this cannot be the first kid that you've had in thedecades you have worked in education that is having issues about theirgender identity. I can't believe it." Mrs. Blau..." That's Doctor Blau; and, if you file a complaint with the authorities ortry to remove my child from class, my father is a senior partner atSimon, Epstein, Olson and Weinstein in Manhattan. I will sue not justthe school district, but you personally; I.