Yeah while you could have your pick of nerds, and even if you aren’t exactly Miss America yourself, you still have your standards. (Sigh) Oh why couldn’t there be an intelligent guy who is also hot in the club? Like Mr. Carrol the one who helped create this club for the geek inclined. He’s intelligent, and handsome. Sure he’s in his forties but he’s obviously a lot more mature than any of the boys you go to school with, and that’s probably why you find him a lot more appealing anyway…

Wheee! Now you have a total crush on your teacher! “Father figure” syndrome strikes again!

You ask him for help and ask him many questions during your club time. Anything to get more attention from him. He’s certainly friendly back to you which you take as a sign that he also likes you! You begin to hang around him a lot still asking questions even after all the rest of the nerds have gone home to play make believe in their sad little online lives. You really make an attempt to sound intelligent rather than a clueless giddy schoolgirl, but for the most part you fail utterly. One day your teacher finally calls you on your behavior.

“You like me don’t you and I mean not just as your teacher.”
“Uh…um…”
“It’s okay, it’s completely normal for a girl your age, but…”

Here it comes; he’s going to say it. He’s going to tell you that he doesn’t feel the same way, how much older he is, how he’s your teacher…

“…listen, I noticed how mature you are for your age and I have come to find that to be an alluring quality about you. I’ve developed feelings for you as well. However, we can’t be seen together. You know how this would look to everyone, people wouldn’t understand. We have to be careful.”

As he tells you this warning, he begins to pull you closer to him and hold you. You like that. You never thought it would be possible that he could like you back!

“…ah you are lovely, but as I said we can’t be seen like this together. I’ll give you my address and you can come over whenever you want. And don’t worry; I won’t pressure you into anything. We can just talk or whatever you wish. Now you should get home, and if you decide to come over tonight, I’ll be waiting…”

And briefly throwing caution to the wind he kisses you on the lips and it feels like heaven to you. You HAVE to see him tonight! You don’t exactly know what you’re going to do, but you know you have to spend some real alone time with him.

When you get home, you take a shower and clean yourself up. You need to prepare yourself for tonight; fortunately your parents are at one of their swinger parties so even if they had the inclination to worry about your whereabouts they won’t be around anyway.

Since you typically dress like a fucking bag lady, you raid your Mom’s closet for sexier clothes and fix yourself up. After two hours you manage to transform yourself from a goofy looking chick to a trashy looking chick. Still, you think you look better, so you head over to Mr. Carrol’s house.

When you arrive he smiles and quickly guides you into the house…

Alright, now I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably thinking that if this ending is like any of the others in this story; Mr. Carrol is going to end up being a total sexual pervert who does very sick things to young teenage girls.

You’ll probably a expect a long and graphic detailed scene of how he shows his true colors, rips your clothes off, violently rapes you in the ass and then slits your throat just before he’s about to shoot his wad into your ruptured bloody colon. THEN to add more disturbing imagery you’ll get a detailed description of how he keeps your body around for a few more days and continues to sexually violate it even after death. Finally it will end with him chopping you up and most likely eating parts of you.

Well sorry; you’re not getting anything like that here. Use your imagination.

The moral of the story?

Quite frankly any forty year old guy interested in a young teenage girl more often than not has some sort of deep psychological problem and is being predatory. If you’re falling for their lies though, you’re still being retarded. Stick with guys around your age, yeah they’re a bunch of ass grabbing pigs too, but they’re usually harmless.

And now you know!