But I enjoyed this nice little butt shot from the Wes Anderson film “Hotel Chevalier”, and thought I might share it with you.

She gets briefly naked, but shows nothing more than this, really. The film is available as a free download on iTunes.

It’s a big deal because she’s very well known with the youth audience. And parents want to protect their kids from a society that’s already very exploitative of kids from a very young age…including their sexuality. But what parents are generally clueless about is this: Most teens already know all about getting naked on a webcam or playing around with a digital camera and sharing it with others. This is a new phenomenon, relatively speaking. A few years ago, this couldn’t have happened, because getting a photo developed required a photo lab, and labs often have policies forbidding processing of nude photos. But, not so any more.

Not only do teens know all about webcams and digital photography in the context of nude pics, but the simple fact is that a huge percentage of them have played around with it themselves. Because these things are usually shared in private (primarily via chat rooms, IM and email), we sometimes don’t realize just how common it is. But it’s everywhere…it starts young…and because there’s a new generation every year growing up and discovering their own developing bodies, there’s not a great likelihood that it will slow down anytime soon.

There’s nothing new about the fact that young people feel like they are bulletproof. Add to that the fact that they are technologically fearless and more and more people are getting spotted doing it (including Vanessa Hudgens and Antonella Barba in recent months), and it becomes very likely that this is a long term trend.

If you’re not sure just how common this really is because you’ve never really seen it, you might be interested in this…something I stumbled across last night. I don’t know where these pics came from or how they ended up on this site, but these are amateur pics of teens posted by their boyfriend or themselves. Some involved sex (mostly oral), but most are just nudes.

http://myfreegals.com/bmg/galleries/perverted/naked/1.jpg
http://myfreegals.com/bmg/galleries/perverted/naked/2.jpg
http://myfreegals.com/bmg/galleries/perverted/naked/3.jpg
http://myfreegals.com/bmg/galleries/perverted/naked/4.jpg
http://myfreegals.com/bmg/galleries/perverted/naked/5.jpg

You get the idea…just change the number of the pic at the end of the link. It goes at least up to 367.jpg. Maybe more.

Just remember this: Once something is on the internet…it’s pretty much always on the internet. And relationships have a tendency to change over time. After a breakup, people have a tendency to turn spiteful toward their ex’s. If you don’t want to see your nude pic online for the rest of your life, be careful about who sees it.

And, ladies…if you just want to share your pic with someone who won’t betray your confidence…well, it’s a dirty job, but somebody has to do it..so you can send it to me. LOL…

Truth is…I wasn’t feeling so bad. I don’t know "how it’s always been", but my parents tell me that pain drugs are a lot better than they used to be. All I know is that I’m feeling rather pleasant at the moment. Only thing is that I feel pretty sleepy…and I keep dozing off. But, they take good care of you here. Well, they’re taking good care of me, at least. I don’t know why all the nurses and aides are so hot in this wing. I don’t think it’s just the medicine. But they really look great…and they seem to enjoy smiling at me and asking if there’s anything else they can do to make me more comfortable.This one girl is beyond hot. I mean, honestly…I can’t believe she’s not MODELING somewhere instead of working as a nurse’s aide. Only thing I can guess is that she’s not tall enough. She’s way talled than me at the moment, but I notice that the nurses seem several inches taller than she is…and I heard that models generally have to be around 5′10" to be really successful. I dunno. I’m just glad she’s here. In fact, I wish it was just the two of us. Even if I AM doped up.

Maybe it’s the medicine…but I’m feeling a little devious. It’s getting late, and I asked Ashley how late she’s on tonight. She’s working ’til 2. But hell…what am *I* gonna do? I’m laid up in bed with my foot in a sling. Crap. But, then, the devious thought crept in. I know it’s not like I could score with this chick. But I wonder what would happen if…? Hmmm…

I told Ashley I’m getting sleepy and that I’d like her to turn out the main overhead light in the room. She wishes me "sweet dreams" and says she’ll be back to check on me a couple more times before she checks out for the night. And I decide to set my devious plan into action.

I hike my hospital gown up so that it can’t be pulled down easily (I’m laying on it, actually) and move the sheets/blanket so that they are just barely covering my cock. I wrap my left foot inside the blanket and sheet a bit so it can’t be pulled up any further very easily, either.

And then, I pour myself a nice full cup of ice & water and tuck it up to my side. And I wait. I doze off a bunch of times, but I’ve been careful and the cup of water is still holding steady.

I check the clock. It’s a few minutes before 10. I can hear the nurses shuffling around outside the room next door. And I know it’s almost time. So I let the cup tip over. Yeah, it’s a little cold. But by now, most of the ice is melted and it’s just cool water. They put pads on the bed under you just in case someone has an "accident"…so the water is just pooling there…and the spilled cup is clearly visible. But I keep my eyes closed, and wait. And in walks Ashley.

Being attentive as she is…and even though the light is fairly dim…she sees the overturned cup and the spilled water and assesses the situation. She needs to clean it up. And it would be preferred if she can do it without waking me. So she mops up what she can, and then tries to decide how she can get to the remainder of the water that has flowed down under me.

In the hospital, they use leverage to move dead weight around…so it’s usually a lift and pull kind of thing…which she does to get me just slightly on my side…remember, my foot is in a sling, so she can’t do much…and gets it mopped up. But as she’s laying me back down again (of course, I’m dead to the world…nothing can rouse me!), my left leg stretches out to its full length and the covers are now completely down and away from my manhood…wrapped around my left foot and lower leg.

Poor Ashley. What’s a girl to do? She tries to tug the gown back down…but nothing doing…and then to pull the cover up…but I seem to begin to stir when she tugs on it…and she’s not real anxious to wake me while my manhood is staring her in the face. She gets the covers up as close as she can, and then very gently takes my manhood and tries to hide it down there…so it’s mostly covered up.

Problem is…despite her best intentions…my manhood stiffens noticeably at her touch. Now, I’m not huge or anything. No girl is going to bow down and worship the size of my manhood. But, stiff is stiff. And a stiff one is a stubborn one. It’s not going to be tucked down under a blanket…it’s going to fight to point back up toward my waist.

Beautiful Ashley figures this out rather quickly. And I guess she decides she’d better be a little more creative. So she moves back around to the other side of the bed (to block the view from the doorway, I guess) and leans back over the bed to stroke me until I get fully erect. And then she starts pumping me with her hand, slowly…with a particular goal in mind.

Now, I have a decision to make. I could rouse and ruin this absolutely perfect scenario by scaring her off…or I could really do my best to appear to still be asleep…which was becoming more difficult by the moment. So I allow my breathing to deepen just a bit…and the softest of moans under my breath. And then I decide to take a chance.

I slide my right hand down and out a few inches until I brush against her leg…wondering if she’ll pull away in shock. But she doesn’t. She’s sure I’m still mostly under. I rub against the front of her leg for a few seconds longer…then slide my hand around behind, under her skirt…and gently squeeze her butt cheek. I’m in heaven.

She actually yields to my hand…moving closer…letting me slide my fingers between her legs…the perfect angle to rub her…and (could she be feeling this, too?) I feel her plump lips underneath her panties. I am about to explode…and I can hear her moaning as well. She covers my manhood in tissues to catch it as I explode…and I continue to rub her between her legs. When she’s done cleaning me off, she bends down and gives my manhood a soft little kiss. And now, of course, it’s very well behaved…as is my leg, while has gone a bit limp, and she’s able to cover me up rather easily.

I only wish I could have brought her to climax…and to have seen that amazing chest bare. But…I guess you can’t always get EVERYTHING you want, eh?

Previous Comments before the blog was moved:

tony Says: hell yeah this rocks, aint seen high school musical but hey SHE IS HOTT!!!
used-to-be-vanessa’s-fan Says: gosh, vanessa if you’re reading this, people ALL OVER the world can see your nude bod now….. i wonder what ZAC’s friends will say…. will they discuss about your bod over coffee????
katie. Says: who cares? like seriously. she’s 18 she can do whatever the hell she wants. it’s no biggy.. and her and zac are a good couple i think. and seriouslyy.. if there was a different person that took vanessas spot i would be so mad. because no one can, like she was made to play in high school muical.. because they both sound great together and people whoever wants her careeeer to end stfu!:@
scott Says: her privat isgross!
laura Says: shes such a sexy bitch!!! pusssy love=]
LikesEmShavedSmooth Says: Needs to SHAVE IT. YUCK. Whats such a young girl doing with such a thick bush? BTW, How old was she in this picture. IM kind of worried about that. I know shes 18 now, but was she 18 (LEGAL) when this picture was taken?
Fake Vanessa Hudgens Says: Scott, If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all. I think I look nice. I even shaved for these pictures. NOBODY seems to appreciate anything today. I sent these to zac, and they were meant only for zac. They leaked, and it’s not mine or his fault. Sadly, disney fired me. And the rest of you, I love you. Nude pictures rock.
your worst nightmare Says: vanessa i hope u read all these comments cause ur body is disgusting and u have no boobs and ur an ugly skank so go die
Rabbit Says: The picture was leaked on purpose to drum up more interest in her movie.
HI Says: faKE VANESSA HUDGENS: sHE DIDNT GET FIRED THEY ARE STILL MAKING UP THEIR MIND DUMMY!
kate Says: sexy pic! nice boobs and btw, love the pussy!
NICE!!! Says: NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOL Says: Would fuck her in a second
anth Says: i think she has nice boobs and she is hot but she made a mistake serioulsly i mean ure just jealose of zak cause it is his and u cant have it and if u hate her y would u search the topic
horny bitch Says: i loovveee her pussy. hairy is so hot!
tigo Says: i always thought she was hot but now what can i say? we want more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
StingingViper Says: this mistake….. as for her career at disney ….. i hope they take it easy on her
crazi4dairi Says: LEAVE HER ALONE! Its her private stuff!
crazi4vanessahudgens Says: Vanessa, if you are reading this, then read my comment. I wanna fuck you so badly. Nice boobs and luv the pussy
SEXY! Says: I wanna fuck you so badly vanessa
PUSSY LICKER Says: I LOVE HER PUSSY HAIR AND TITIS
PUSSY LICKER Says: I WANNA FUCK U SO BADLY BABY AND LICK UR PUSSY!!!
weird guy Says: omg leave alone it was a misstake we all make them so take the pic off and STOP
Tyla Mezza Says: nice boobs sexy
The Luna Divider Says: She really does need to shave her pussy. But still looks hot and I would “fuck her in a second” to quote an above poster. All that being said, she made a mistake and she isn’t a pornstar. Those pics were intended for private only.
ashleyyyy Says: she was like 16 when she took this picture.
duuuude Says: great body
just some guy who wanted to see Says: look everyone its like this,i just wanted to see her nude,because she has to play the virgin mary on disney channel,so this kinda got me hard.would i fuck her?yes.i dont give a fuck about the rug downstairs.i just wanted to confirm that she was a freak nasty cause i was the first to make that analyze.she likes to fuck and party but what latina doesnt these days,im not racist but this is what happens when you trust a white dude who is tryin to prove he is straight with your nude pics(zac)
The Luna Divider1 Says: If you are reading this Ms. Hudgens, then know that I don’t think any worse of you because of this. You made a mistake, and this was private from what I know. I hope you got a support team behind you, and I hope Disney doesn’t hit you too hard because High School Musical wouldn’t be the same without you. I’m behind you Vanessa!
joe Says: thates hotttttttttt
Vannesa’s HOT Says: Oh yeah!!
Chelsea Says: i think that it is kinda stupid for “dis-owning” her..she is a role model for kids…not adults…think about it the kids probably dont know and they could probably care less…
fuckmevannesa Says: omg, i wanna fuck u so badlly vanessa, my number is 310-555-XXXX
i love this pic Says: fuck yes her boos r nice….shave the pusy it be awsome
katie B Says: The answer to the question about her age when these were taken is no…..she was not 18, these were taken 2 years ago for her crush at the time whose name is……drake bell from Nickelodeons Josh and Drake show…
Michael Says: I’m 13. She’s hot.
regan Says: she was only 15 when these pics happened she didnt even no zac then since she was 15 she wanted 2 go crazy cause 15 is when ur a real teenager not a preteen
dj Says: (i am a girl who cares) damn. she is hot. i know hot when i see it. and that is hot. yall hoes need to stop wit the let downs. nobdy asked u for ur opinion so i think she is so hot that i wish i could be there right now to make out wit that ho sexy body
jo anne Says: man people need to stop talking negative about her because she is just a teenager. im sure most teenagers have naked pics of theirselves. but damn yall make it such a big deal. and im sure she wouldnt get kicked off of disney. its just a photo people!!!! it wasnt even her fault that it spread thru the internet…..
Very Nice Says: This pic is hottt…please dont shave down there it loooks soooo tasssttyy
Sergio Says: THIOS IS FUCKING HOT I WISH SHE WOULD BLOW ME!!!!!!!!!
jane Says: What is it with FLIP’s lately? (Fucking Little Island People)?? All these hairy little pinoys called Vanessa showing their little kiki’s (pinoy for pussy) on the internet… get a life bitches… reminds me of one called Amelour from Australia… sluts
K3 Says: Man, her shit ain’t even THAT hairy. People are ODing. She looks damn good. I feel bad for her, though. Her life is basically ruined.
Shaddap Says: Don’t fucking put down other races JANE. Stop stereotyping!! I’m pretty sure that there are people of your race showing their body too so shut the fuck up. and to those people putting vanessa’s body down, you guys shut the fuck up too. if you have nothing nice to say don’t say it!
Dido Says: I think she looks sexy. I want her to do this in public
Kristal Says: I can’t believe this she is such a slut i hope she learned her lesson

One of the girls from the Junior Highs he had visited earlier in the day was at home and obviously in her bedroom (her webcam was on, and from the pink bedspread to the boy band posters, he knew she couldn’t be anywhere else). He knew instantly who it was…the younger sister of one of his students at the high school. Her parents were both huge celebs. Dad was a rock star and Mom was a fashion model. Even at 14, you could see that this young one had her mother’s looks. With a webcam and microphone at both ends, they were able to see and speak to each other right away (and, of course, there was no paper trail):

"Hi Ella. Can I help you?"

"Hey, Mr. Stephens! I just wanted to say thanks for the pep talk today. I came home and put your technique into practice, and I finished the homework for all 3 courses in just 17 minutes. Now I don’t have to lie to my parents about it being done, and I can spend the rest of the day goofing off!"

"Excellent, Ella. Thanks for the glowing report! It’s always encouraging to hear that my techniques are helping people. The rest of the family’s not home yet, eh?"

"Nope. Dad’s on tour. Mom is at Pilates, and Jenny has cheerleading today til 6."

"Well, it’s great that you have all that free time then. Master Stephens."

Ella’s head fell gently forward, and Stephens continued to speak:

"Ella, you told me at school that you freaked when guys tried to kiss you or touch you, because they scared you. Right now, I want you to let all fear of males drain completely away from you. Relax, and enjoy the feeling of being a beautiful, desirable young woman. It feels nice, doesn’t it?" She nodded. "Good girl. What do you notice when boys look at you? Where do their eyes wander?"

"To my boobs…and sometimes to my butt."

"That’s right, sweetheart. They must like what they see. And yet, you keep them covered up. But I know that you also would love to see the reaction of a guy who sees you naked for the first time, wouldn’t you?"

"Yes," she whispered softly.

"Roll the top of your tube top down so that your breasts are exposed, Ella." She did. "Oh my…what perfect breasts. It seems so sad that you’ve kept them covered all this time. I can’t tell you how good it feels to see them bare like this. Cup them in your hands and play with them…that’s it…squeeze them gently…good. I can see from your face that you like this feeling…tug on your nipples gently…now, twist them a little. Oh god…this feels good, doesn’t it? Can you imagine a guy’s mouth and tongue sucking on them now? Very, very nice. Stand up for me. Slide your shorts down…and the thong, too. Very good.

Sit back down now, and tilt the webcam down just a little. Ooh, that’s nice. Keep one hand on your breasts, and rub between your legs with the other hand. Oh god…that feels so nice. I can hear you whimpering, sweetheart. I know you want more. Slip your finger between your little kitty’s lips and probe around inside yourself. You’re a little wet, aren’t you? Lick your finger for me. Good girl."

Stephens proceeded to work her completely through to a thundering orgasm. And he left her with a deeply-embedded suggestion that she save her mouth for him. She would contact him later when she was free to make an appointment to stop by his house for some brief counseling. About 15 minutes’ worth should do it.

Jeff Stephens had it made. He had access to the children of actors and actresses, rock stars, fashion models, politicians and just the idle rich. The children of the beautiful people. Before they grew up and made sluts of themselves like Britney, Lindsay and Paris…he could say he "knew them when". For approximately 7 years of their young lives, they were his to mold, shape and…well, yes…you could even say molest. With no strings attached.

On average, he had his cock sucked 3-4 times a day…each time, by a different girl in Junior or Senior High. He saw several young women naked and frigging themselves for him on his webcam each day. Sometimes, he’d watch just to satisfy his curiosity…while other times, he was inspired to jerk himself off as he coached them though it. And there were plenty of former students that would stop by his house to say hi and thank him after they’d graduated…and who usually ended up royally reamed before they left.

Wouldn’t you consider a little perk like that worth an extra 100-200K of salary per year?

But he, himself, was tight-lipped on the subject. He was asked many times by other teachers, parents, students…even reporters. He always replied that he was simply content where he was. And that was that. Or was it?

The Investigator…an independent community newspaper…always looking for the latest conspiracy theory in order to sell more newspapers…decided they needed to find out. They’d recent brought in an intern, and decided to send her undercover to see if they could discover what they believed had to be Stephens’ deep, dark secret.

Heather was 21 years old. But anyone who ever saw her would have said that she was the youngest 21 they’d ever seen. She was blonde and fresh-faced…and due to some unusual late-developing issues with her teeth, she was still wearing braces. She had hips, but her breasts were quite small…she was almost flat-chested. Most people would have pegged her for 14. She’d certainly had her share of problems getting into clubs since turning 21. As a college senior, she was interning at The Investigator and hoped eventually to get into investigative reporting as a career. And this was a huge break for her. Interns weren’t usually sent out as reporters. But the staff had an interesting angle on how to nail Stephens…if, in fact, there was anything to nail him for.

While Jeff Stephens usually only worked with students in 9th thru 12th grades, the school system had approached him several years back to meet with the students at the junior high schools that served as feeder schools for MVRHS. It only made sense that, if he could help them, it would be great to get them on track even earlier in their academic careers. So he’d agreed that, once yearly, he would meet with the junior high students in each of the feeder schools, to help give them a boost in their study techniques. These events were always shrouded in secrecy. No adults were allowed to attend, and it was rumored that Stephens even swept the rooms for electronic surveillance before he began each session. The students themselves, a note pad and a pencil were all that students were allowed to bring in with them. No cell phones. No nuthin’.

But, could Heather pass as a junior high student? Based solely on appearances, she certainly could. So, on the appointed day, she dressed the part, and showed up for the Improving Your Study Habits session. She blended in with the other students by carrying on with some guys…who really didn’t care that they’d never seen her before. They were just hoping for a shot.

The students took their seats and Stephens took his place at the front of the class. He was a reasonably good looking man…certainly not one of the "beautiful people" like many of their parents…those that America worshipped in magazines and on TV and movie screens. And he kept himself in good shape. He worked out 45 minutes a day, running and lifting, and stayed active with tennis and pickup basketball games. He looked good in his clothes. But, he was still single. No female (or male) partner…at 37 years of age. And that continued to cast doubt on his credibility with those who criticized him from afar.

He was a man of relatively few words, but he had a deep, clear voice…and it was nice to listen to. So, when he stood up in front and raised his hand, the class fell quiet.

"Good morning, students. I won’t take all day with you, but your students and principal have asked me to speak to you a bit on the subject of more effective study. Nobody wants to turn you into a robot…but you might occasionally get that impression, right? All the pressure to study, to focus, to put aside distractions, to pay less attention to playtime and friends, and more to your schoolwork…that message gets a little old, doesn’t it?"

A loud murmur of agreement by the class, followed by smiles and looking around at each other.

"So…let me ask you this. What if I could show you a way to spend 20-30 minutes a day on schoolwork…and nothing more? You’d have it all finished and done correctly. Your grades would improve. You’d pay more attention to what the teacher said in class (even if it wasn’t presented in a particularly interesting manner)!"

The students laughed again…this time, more wholeheartedly.

"IF I could show you how to do that…how many of you would be interested? Let me see a show of hands, please."

The entire class seemed to raise their hands at once. But, there was always those who weren’t interested. Stephens knew it was time to weed them out.

"Excellent. Now, all those who are interested, please put your hands on your desk…and all those NOT interested, please raise your hands."

Three hands were raised. The school’s #1 stoner and dealer (who couldn’t have cared less), and two guys who just wanted to show off.

"Alright. Last chance. Are you SURE that you’re not interested?"

One of the tough guys’ hands went down.

"OK. Those of you with your hands raised, please head on outside. You can find some way to occupy yourselves for the next half hour until the rest of the students are excused."

The stoner shuffled out, followed by the loud-mouth who left with a few choice comments under his breath about "the pussies" who were staying behind.

Stephens closed and locked the door behind them. Heather knew that this was her time. She sat near the rear of the class, ready to note anything unusual.

Stephens moved back to the front of the room, then clapped his hands together softly and said, "Well, let’s get started. I want to all to close your eyes and take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Forget all outside distractions, and imagine with me that you are walking down a long staircase…"

Over the next few minutes, he walked them thru an induction and some programming that would allow them to set aside all distractions, no matter what was going on around them. They were given the tools to control their own focus. At the beginning of class, they simply had to whisper to themselves "Learn", and all distractions were cleared aside…they remembered everything that was said or done by the teacher. After school or in study hall, when they wanted to work on homework, they would say to themselves, "Study"…and all distractions (IMs, text messages, phone calls, email, TV, music, etc) would be tuned out until they completed their work. If they were truly interrupted by something unforeseen, it was simple to get back on task the same way. And last, but not least, he left behind a door for himself. When the words "Master Stephens" came from his lips, they were immediately to fall into a deep trance, from which only he could rouse them.

One of the little tricks he had learned over the years was to offer the students a few minutes to come by individually and share any concerns they had. He had them line up single file, and then moved the line back about 15 feet…so that only he could hear each of them as they spoke softly. He would always ask if they had any concerns about the process that they had just learned. They never did…because he had instructed them not to as part of the programming. But then he would say, "Master Stephens", and their heads would nod forward a bit, and he would ask: "What’s your deepest, darkest secret…the one that you can’t tell anyone at all?" This always resulted in some interesting revelations. There were the football players that had stolen something or raped someone, the girls who would talk about what they let Johhny do to them one Friday night, the occasional girl would who confess that her father sexually molested her, those who would tell secrets that their friends told them but they’d sworn not to tell, and there were always, at this age, those who had begun to dabble with drinking and drugs.

And then came Heather. He thought he had noticed something a bit odd about her. It had to do with her eye contact…it was more steady and confident than other girls her age. But she had a BIG secret. "I’m a reporter with The Investigator…and I’m here to find out what you do to the students to help them learn so well."

"I see," he replied. "And how did you suppose I would react if you were discovered?"

"Well…I knew you’d be very angry."

"I see. Well, Heather…I’d like you to stay behind so we can talk for a few minutes."

After the line had passed, Stephens wished the students luck and dismissed them. He explained that he had an open door policy, and that if the students had any concerns, they could contact him online via email or IM to set up a private conference…but only them, not their parents. As the last students headed out the door, he stopped one of the football players and said he’d like him to stay behind for a few minutes as well.

Heather, Craig (the football player) and Jeff Stephens went into a private teacher’s office there at the junior high school. Stephens closed the shades and sat down at the desk, folding his hands. "Master Stephens," he said. Both heads nodded forward.

"Heather, you’re growing incredibly aroused now. It seems like forever since anyone touched you…and you’re desperately in need of it. You don’t even care who. You’ll beg, plead, or do whatever it takes to get a guy to fill you with his manhood. Now, sleep…but let your arousal continue to build."

"Craig, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, sir."

"And why is that, Craig?"

"Well, sir…being 5′10" and 250 pounds is pretty cool when you’re on the football team and playing on the line…but girls don’t…well, let’s just say that I’m not their first choice."

"Understood, Craig. Well, in a minute, I’ll be leaving you alone with Miss Heather here…and she really needs a man who can take care of her needs. Do you understand what that means?" Craig nodded affimatively. "Good. Because she’s probably the hottest little girl you’ll get your hands on for a few years. So give it to her good, if you get my meaning. Now, sleep…"

"Heather, once you and Craig are finished here, you’ll be ready to report back to your editor that you sat through the class, and that I simply talked to the students about their need to schedule time for homework, and to put aside other distractions during that time. And how, if they made that their priority, they’d have plenty of time for friends and entertainment afterward. Now, sleep…"

He stood and walked toward the door.

"Now, Craig and Heather, when you hear the sound of the door closing…you’ll both wake up and do what comes naturally to you. And Heather, I’m sure you’ll be reluctant to share with your fellow employees about how your first investigation could have easily led to a charge of statutory rape being levelled against you."

He opened the door, and walked out…and the door swung back slowly and finally, clicked shut.