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School of Deceit
Part 1
Good relationships are built on many building blocks. Whether it's with
your friends, your work colleagues or even more importantly with wives,
husbands, partners or lovers each building block strengthens the
relationship and can bind you together. Sure, as life goes on little
cracks can appear and these can usually be repaired or papered over but
the foundations more often than not remain intact.
The one crucial aspect of a relationship for me is a little five letter
word, "trust" that for me is the cement in any relationship and is what
holds all the building blocks together and as my story goes on you will
see it has had both a positive and negative effect on my life and where I
find myself now.
Before I start my story though a little background about me and my life.
Born in Scotland I was educated to a good standard and from a young age
had a passion for two things. The first was growing up to be a teacher
and the second was amateur dramatics both would play a major part in my
life later on even, if I never knew it then.
The first was achieved after some hard work and dedication I qualified as
a High School teacher and after a couple of short spells in local schools
landed a dream job in a Private Girls school just a few miles from my
home. Set in lavish grounds it was a dream come true with a higher than
average salary and at least I believed a more relaxed atmosphere than the
inner-city schools I had worked in before.
My second passion in amateur dramatics would lead though to the biggest
break in my life.
I remember the night well when Clare first walked in she was a newbie and
came along with an existing member just for fun. For me it was love at
first sight she was perfect just in about every way. Her figure was
knockout nothing too big, nothing too small everything complemented each
other as a perfect package. Added to that the fact that she had a face
like and angel with shoulder length dark hair and the most stunning hazel
eyes I was smitten.
I never thought in a million years that she would be attracted to me but
by chance we were paired together as a brother and sister in a up and
coming play and within a few weeks of us finishing the play we were
dating.
This was where my first brush with trust came along, I kept waiting for
the hunk the beefcake to come along and steal her away. I was not what I
would describe as a wimp but standing just an inch or so taller than
Clare and with a similar slim build I was not in anyway a Mr Universe
candidate. The longer we dated the more I trusted though that Clare was
not into the macho types sure they came along they tried their luck but
she pushed them away and two years later we were walking down the aisle.
It was only later at the wedding reception that the girl who had
introduced Clare to the drama group confessed in a quitter moment that
Clare had told her no more than two weeks after she had first come to the
group that she was going to marry me.
So life was perfect what more could I ask for a stunning wife the envy of
most guys a progressing career at school the world was a rosy place so
what could possibly go wrong.
The answer to that question came in the shape of Melinda Cairney.
What can I tell you about Melinda she was the talk of the Teacher rest
room. The male teacher's commented on her attitude and flirty nature we
were all aware of her "games" the female teacher's hated her attitude,
you have seen her type before in movies, popular, the leader of the pack
that made other girls life's a misery through comments on their dress or
appearance they ruled the upper years.
She was the product of a low level footballer and an aspiring model who
would always get work but would never be on the top level catwalks of
Paris or Milan. In truth I had not had a lot to do with Melinda and had
seldom come into contact with her, that was until recently when after an
incident with a younger pupil I did teach I had cause to have words with
her and report her to the "Head."
In truth that was probably when my fate was sealed.
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So. with a few days left before we broke for the summer break, I found
myself tidying up in class before heading home thoughts on some well-
earned summer sun on a nice beach with Clare. Suddenly a tap on the door
and in stepped Melinda Cairney.
"Melinda what can I do for you?"
"Well Mr James it's more about what I can do for you again," she
announced smiling as she walked towards me.
The last few days of term allowed for a relaxed dress code and as usual
Melinda had made good use of it, pushing the boundaries from acceptable
dress to totally inappropriate for a school environment. Her make up as
usual also bordering on that more suited to a visit to a nightclub than a
day at school.
She was withing touching distance now and then it happened, a quick pull
and the front of her wrap round blouse fell open exposing her bare
teenage breasts, she moved quickly like a cat pouncing on it's prey, her
hand behind my head pulling forward a kiss on the lips. Then I heard it a
short click muffled laughter as I pushed her away, she bounced on the
edge of a desk a little "ouch," coming from her lips as she grabbed her
blouse pulling it back together and moving away.
I turned to the right just long enough to see Alice Jones disappear out
the class door camera in hand. Alice, was not really someone I would
class as being in Melinda's circle of friends, a little plain in
appearance but one thing she that she was, was an ace photographer with a
career in the paparazzi as her goal in life she was good very good at
taking photographs.
"Melinda," I said as she reached the doorway, she turned just outside the
door.
"Bye sir, that was wonderful," she said as she blew me a kiss before I
heard her scuttle along the hallway.
As I stood there looking at the empty doorway I had this horrible feeling
that my world as I knew it was about to come crashing down around me.
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Two days later I found myself in the rather impressive Oak panelled
Conference Room. Surrounding the table were the Dean of the school his
assistant and Secretary as well as Melinda's mother and father. I sat on
the other side my Trade Union rep by my side as discussion began to wind
down.
"So you see Christopher the school really does not need the publicity and
I'm sure that you would prefer this not to reach the public domain
either," the Dean closed as he looked on my direction.
"Sir I can only repeat that I am innocent and this has all been the work
of Melinda."
Her mother went to jump in again only for her husband to grip her arm and
urge her to stay quiet.
"Well I'm sorry but the photographs the audio and a couple of pupil
statements would appear to contradict your version of events."
I sat in silence, you see that's the thing about a picture it's a snap
shot in time it only captures that second not what happened before or
after. Melinda had bruised her thigh when I pushed her away but she had
easily explained that as some a mark of passion during our supposed
"liaison."
"So I'm afarid that I need to let you go tour salary will be paid till
the end of this month. I suggest that if you want to go back into the
teaching profession you look outside this area as I would be unwilling to
recommend you for any other school. I suggest you collect any personal
items you may have and leave the premises."
So that was it all over Melinda's mother "Pervert" echoed in my ear as I
walked towards the door and the end of my teaching career!
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The damage at home was just as great though. Clare my wife of the hit the
proverbial ceiling. It was at least 3 months before I was allowed back in
the same bed as her and over six months maybe more before any type of
sexual contact achieved.
In the meantime I had not worked and Clare had suffered from anxiety and
depression which resulted in her deciding to give up her work before as
she put it "she got sacked like me." Times were hard and soon, as people
say we were "downsizing," which is another way of telling your friends
and neighbours that you are skint.
The first thing to go was the second car, with bills growing and debt
accumulating it was less than a year before the house had to go as well.
This would be our first move to a smaller property, it meant moving out
of the area and giving up some of our friends it's funny how some of them
dive for cover when you are in a situation like this.
Our first move took us about 20 miles away, ok new start new area maybe
new luck in the job front, but hey no. With Clare still off ill and the
debt beginning to rise it was only another six months before move number
two had to happen and we were back in an apartment block similar to where
we had met and started seeing each other.
By now we were pretty much isolated and while Clare still kept in touch
with a couple of her friends, none visited, we had been relegated from
the social league. While I could see most of those so called friends for
what they were it certainly was not helping Clare's condition and
arguments grew and her depression deepened.
The search for work went on however and I filled in endless applications
both trying to get back into teaching and even other jobs. By now our
moves had taken us completely out of the area covered by my last
Education Board so I was hopeful that at least that might help my cause
because debt was increasing and our marriage was suffering, I needed
work.
The continual worry and lack of finance had taken it's toll on both of us
we had both lost weight and confidence. There were numerous arguments of
course while Clare never really brought up the subject much It was hiding
in the background all the time, our current situation was in some way
seen as my fault.
Desperation increased and with our finances getting worse I was applying
for any and every type of job going. At 29 I seemed to be on the
proverbial scrap heap and with pressures growing at home life was getting
worse by the day something had to give.
I walked into the flat after another fruitless day of visiting the
Jobcentre and various employment agencies only to be given more
applications and little else. Clare was sitting at the breakfast bar an
un-charteristic (well these days) smile on her face.
"You did it you got one an interview I mean," flashing a letter in her
hand. I took the letter of her and read it, sure enough an interview in
ten days time for a teachers job in a secondary school just over 20 miles
away in an adjacent town.
Clare stood up still smiling she wrapped her arms around me with an
affectionate hug and a kiss on the lips.
"Sit I'll serve dinner," she announced as I put the letter down and
pulled out a bar stool to sit down.
The evening was one of our most pleasant in ages no rows no tension just
me and Clare as it used to be, and upstairs well it's amazing what the
thought of employment does for your sex life!
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I woke next morning and stretched in bed under covers that had been the
scene of last nights passion. Turning I expected Clare to be asleep
beside me it was usual after we had been intimate for her to be sleeping
while I had the task of getting up making breakfast and either bringing
it to her in bed or waiting till she had showered and freshened up.
No Clare, lifting my head I listened for the tell tale signs of the
shower, silence. Slipping out of bed I grabbed the discarded under wear
of the night before and pulled them on. A tee-shirt lay over a chair in
the bedroom I pulled it over my head and stepped into a little pair of
slippers and padded out of the bedroom and along the hall. I slipped my
hand under the underpants and through my pubic hair that familiar feeling
that guys get of it being slighty matted from their wives or partner
jucies. My fingers slipping though it feeling the hairs part I turned
towards the kitchen a satisfied smile on my face I needed a shower I
thought as I pushed open the kitchen door.
Clare was seated at the breakfast bar her head resting in her hand a
coffee by her side holding a sheet of paper.
"Morning babe," I said as I walked over to the coffee pot to pour myself
one.
"Did you read this?" she asked looking up as I walked back over towards
her.
"What," I asked pulling out a bar stool and sitting down taking a first
sip of the hot brown liquid.
"The job offer," she said slamming the bit of paper down.
"Eh no you did," I said, "I never looked at it."
She grunted "Well you should have," she said getting up and going to the
sink she poured her coffee out.
I picked it up and read through the text before putting it back down.
"Well," she said arms folded by the sink.
"looks like I will just need to look again," I said.
"Jesus," she said. "It's not bad enough that we are in this position
which might I remind you is all down to you."
There it was that knife in the ribs again.
"But is seems I can't even trust you to apply for the right jobs any
more, oh it's pathetic, I'm going for a shower," she said storming of
slamming the door as she left.
Looks like my morning shower would have to wait how could I have been so
stupid I thought looking down at the bit of paper. The job was a teaching
post but the post was for an English / Female Guidance teacher. How could
they have got it so wrong I mean the details on the form. I looked at
what I had written .....
Name Chris Davies
Gender .....
Blank, nothing I had not filled it in they must have assume Chris was
short for Christine or something and probably just ignored the blank
entry. The truth was I had filled in so many my mind was scrambled.
It was best to stay out of Clare's after the morning encounter so I spent
the rest of the day looking once more for work to try and defuse the
tension. Out of luck I had dinner which was a pretty silent affair. After
dinner we sat in silence watching a pretty mundane film on TV, me on one
settee with Clare in the other with a glass of wine in her hand.
It was some time before she began to talk.
"You know maybe we could pull this off."
"Pull what off?" I asked.
"The job."
"Oh yeah that's gonna be easy isn't it a job that is obviously for a
female teacher."
"Well remember back in drama group."
I stopped her "No you are not thinking what I think you are."
"Well why not you pulled it off then remember the guy from the sandwich
shop tried to pick you up."
What Clare was referring too was an incident about 6 years ago when we
put on a play by PD James called "An Inspector Calls.," Just a day or so
before the show was about to start one of the women who was to play a
charchter called Sheila Birling fell ill. After much persuasion and a lot
of work I was talked in to taking on the role. We had a heavy schedule
and some days two shows so we spent a lot of time including some breaks
in costume which included trips to a local snack bar. As the show went on
the owner became a regular watching the play first near the back then the
front row.
On the last night of the show a huge bunch of flowers arrived for
"Sheila" and an invite to dinner. Yes you have guessed it from the Snack
Bar owner. The cast all thought it was hilarious and made my life a
misery after that and only a quiet word from Clare at to the Snack Bar
owner saved both my and his embarrassment from going any further.
"Yeah I know that happened but you can't be serious this is a full-time
job day after day."
"Well I think it could work, think about it." And with that she drank the
last of her wine and headed to bed.
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