What Do I Do Now, Mom?
by: E Walk
(© 2009 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 11 

Next Problem Please!

I was awakened the next morning by a strange feeling.  It took me some time before I realized that Randy was exercising my penis with his mouth.  He was really giving it a good workout.  I could feel the eruption coming and I tried to pull away, but Randy was having none of that.  I thought to myself, ‘There is no way that this man has not done this before.’

Randy looked up at me as he was licking his lips, “How did I do for a first timer?”

I pulled him up, “Randy, are you sure that this was you’re first time?”

“Yep, that’s the first time I ever tasted a man’s cock.”

“So, did you enjoy it?”

“Yep, but I still need to practice.  I started to gag when I tried to take too much of it at a time.”

We heard Billy and Bobby.  We got up and started to get dressed, so we could help take care of the animals.  As we were walking to the barn, Billy looked at me, “Dad, are you really going to make Mr. Dailey change what he said on my report card?”
 

“You bet your little butt I am.  I’ll make sure that yours is the first one he rewrites.”

When I arrived at the school, three teachers were standing talking to Gloria, complaining because they couldn’t understand why they had to sign in and had to sit around all morning with nothing to do.  I looked at them, “If you had been teaching, as you were being paid to be doing, then you would be taking down the bulletin boards and doing your end of year reports.  I suggest that it might be a good idea to go back to your rooms and start making plans for next year, assuming that you will still be working here.”

Boy did I get some nasty looks.  At eight o’clock, I went to Gloria, “Has everyone signed in?”

Gloria handed me a list, “The staff is all present except for Mr. Dailey.”

I nodded, “That’s understandable, and considering that he was to report to the Superintendent’s office at eight o’clock.  Speaking of which, I was told to report at eight thirty.  I guess I need to get going.  I hope there aren’t too many calls today.  I only got about half of the calls taken care of last night.”

Gloria handed me a packet, “The Superintendent’s office called and asked that you bring a copy of the report cards of the students who were in Mr. Dailey’s class.

When I arrived at the District Office, I wasn’t sure where I should go.  I figured there wouldn’t be many people there since it was
Saturday.  As I was walking into the building,  I was met by Paula, and Emily Draper, who was the head of the Education Association’s grievance team.  I looked at the two ladies and chuckled.  “Am I in trouble?”

Paula answered, “I’m not sure what’s happening.”

Since I went to the Central Office so infrequently, I followed the two ladies to the Superintendent’s receptionist’s desk.  The receptionist looked at us, “Dr. Brown and the others are waiting in the conference room.”

We walked into the conference room and Dr. Brown, Dr. Hunter, Mrs. Fisher, the President of the School Board, two gentlemen I had not met and a very uncomfortable Mr. Dailey were sitting there. 

Dr. Brown looked at us and invited us to sit down.  When we were seated, Dr. Brown started the meeting, “I’m not sure who knows whom, so I’ll go around the table.  Seated to my right is Mrs. Debra Fisher, the President of the Board of Education.”

“Next to her is the Chairman of the Broad of Education Personnel committee, Mr. Don Simmons.  To Mr. Simmons’ right is Mr. Todd Halstead, the District’s legal counsel.  Seated at the end of the table is Lawrence Dailey, whom we will be discussing shortly.   He was employed by the district to teach in the fifth grade at Birchcrest elementary school.”

He motioned to Dr. Hunter, “I believe you all know Dr. Hunter.  Seated next to him is Education Association President, Mrs. Paula Godwin. Next to her is Ms. Emily Draper, head of Association’s Grievance committee.  Seated next to Ms. Draper is the acting principal of Birchcrest, Mr. Hank Adler.  He was teaching kindergarten this year.”

“Hank, did you bring the copies of the comments that I requested?”

“Yes, sir.”  I passed the packet to him. 

Dr. Hunter asked, “Hank, did you perchance get a chance to look at them?”

“Sir, I am familiar only with the comments Mr. Dailey made on the report cards of people whose parents have come to the office to complain.  You saw most of the ones that I read, yesterday.”

Dr. Brown handed the package to Mrs. Fisher, “You might want to see for yourself why so many parents are upset.  You said that you had received a number of calls from irate parents.”

Dr. Brown turned to Paula and Emily, “The reason I requested that you be here is that we’re going to be discussing terminating Mr. Dailey’s employment and we felt it would save time for us and your association if you were involved from the start of the discussions involving one of your members.”

I interrupted, “Sir, Mr. Dailey is not a member of the association, and hasn’t been for the past two years.  He refused to join last year, saying that the association didn’t do any good and yet he has always been very vocal when it came to pay increases.”

Emily spoke up, “The association is obligated to represent Mr. Dailey, since he is under contract with the district.  However, I can assure you that not nearly as much effort will be expended on his behalf, given the fact that he’s not a member of the association.”

Mr. Halstead spoke up, “Maybe what is happening to Mr. Dailey will make those teachers who don’t join pay attention to the fact they are opening themselves to problems.   I noticed that these report cards are signed by the principal.  In this case, it was Mr. Hamilton.  I can’t believe that he would sign these, after seeing how poorly written and how negative these comments are.  I think immediate action needs to be taken before the parents get together and file a lawsuit.”

I answered, “I’m sure Mr. Hamilton didn’t read any of the comments.  That signature was affixed with a rubber stamp.”

Mrs. Fisher looked at the Superintendent, “Dr. Brown, I think Mr. Dailey should be required to write new comments and a letter, apologizing to the children and their parents.”

Mr. Dailey jumped up, “I’ll be damned if I going to apologize, and I’m not rewriting any comments.  I’m resigning before you can fire me.  Adler, you queer, this is all your fault.”

Dr. Hunter stood, “Mr. Dailey, I just happen to have here a letter of resignation, so if you will sign it, you will save all of us a lot of time and grief.  There are eight persons who heard you say that you were resigning.”

The finality of what was happening must of sunk in to Mr. Dailey, because he sat down and looked really pale.  After Mr. Dailey signed the letter of resignation, he left, saying he was going to the school to get his personal things. 

I had a sudden thought, “Sir, I think I need to go back to the school and make sure that Mr. Dailey doesn’t do anything inappropriate, and make sure that I collect his keys.”

Mr. Halstead nodded, “I think that one of us should accompany you.  He could try to retaliate.”

Dr. Brown stood, “Hank, I’ll meet you there.  He turned to Dr. Hunter, have Mr. Hamilton report to the building as well, to get his personal things and so we can collect his keys.  I’ll be back as soon as we have disposed of the two 'gentlemen'.”

When Superintendent Brown arrived, he asked, “Have either of the gentlemen been here yet?”

I shook my head no and he looked at Gloria, “Mrs. Hawkins, would you ask the staff to assemble in the lounge for a very brief meeting.”

Gloria, put out an all call, “Superintendent Brown would like for the staff to report to the lounge immediately, for a very brief meeting.”

Dr. Brown looked at me, “Hank, you stay here, in case the two men show up.”

I decided to go to the main foyer to watch for their arrival since it was the only place that I could see people approaching from any of the three entrances that were open.

The meeting was very brief, because the teachers were returning to their classrooms.  Heather had the room closest to the main entrance, “I guess you’re proud of yourself aren’t you, Hank?”

I sighed, “I had nothing to do with getting Larry to resign.  He did it to himself.  So back off.”

Dr. Brown joined me, “Hank, is there anyway that we can get a computer set up here, so I can do some work while we’re waiting for the two gentlemen?”

“Yes, sir, there are two connections out here.  Sometimes we have our paraprofessionals work out here with children.  There is an internet connection, so that you can send messages if you wish.”

I went to get the computer in my room that was on a cart that had a printer connected to it.  I connected it and Dr. Brown started to write.  He was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Hamilton.  Mr. Hamilton was his surly self, but we got his keys and he took a few personal things, and was out the door for good. 

Dr. Brown finished the letter that he had been typing.  “Hank, please read this.”

I read the letter and it was a letter telling the students and parents that the comments made by Mr. Dailey on the student’s report cards were being deleted and that he would no longer be employed in the district.  It was a nice letter and very well written.  He printed a copy and handed it to me, “Please ask Mrs. Hawkins to make enough copies to send to all of the students who were in Mr. Dailey’s class and to make copies of the report cards to show that the comments were deleted.”

What’s the name of the young man whom he accused of being lazy that you so violently objected to?”

Before I could answer, Mr. Dailey entered the front entrance reeking of the smell of alcohol.  When he saw me, “I hope you’re satisfied, you fucking queer.”

Dr. Brown stood up, “Look, you asshole, Mr. Adler didn’t make you resign.  You did it by yourself.  I can assure you that there will be no recommendations forthcoming from this district, so I would suggest you might want to think about a career change.  You have ten minutes to turn in your keys and get any personal things you want to take, before I call the police and have you physically removed from this facility.”

After we escorted Mr. Dailey out of the door, hopefully for the last time, Dr. Brown sat down at the computer again, “Now what was the name of the lazy young man?”

“Billy Taylor.”

I watched as Dr. Brown wrote a personal note.

Mr. William Taylor,

I just wanted to tell you that the comments that Mr. Dailey wrote have been removed from the official copy of your report card.

Mr. Adler assures me that you are anything but lazy.  I will be checking to see how you are doing to make sure he was right.

                                                  Sincerely

                                                  Dr. Richard Brown, Superintendent

I wanted to hug Dr. Brown but didn’t think it would be appropriate, “Sir, Billy will be very pleased.  He was crying when I arrived home last night because of Dailey’s comment.”

Dr. Brown looked at his watch, “It’s eleven thirty, let’s go get some lunch.  Tell Gloria to close the office, so she can go with us.  I remember from when I was a principal how the vultures stand in line waiting to be checked out.”

While we were at lunch, Dr. Brown asked, “Hank, I don’t suppose you would care to explain why Billy Taylor is living at your farm.”

Gloria and Dr. Brown didn’t say a word as I explained how Randy and his two sons happened to be at the farm.  When I finished, Dr. Brown laughed, “Hank, you’re exactly the kind of person who should be a principal.  You have compassion for children and aren’t afraid to confront your peers.  This district grew under the guise of the good old boy syndrome.  It’s time that stopped and we get some new a life in it with people who care about children and want them to be able to achieve.”

Gloria looked at me, “I was planning to retire, but if you were to become principal, I might consider sticking around.”

When Gloria and I were driving back to school, I suggested, “Gloria, please announce that I will be coming to the classrooms to check the teachers out.  I’ll start with the other two kindergarten teachers and work my way up the grades.”

Gloria asked, “What about the specialists?”

“I’ll get to them in between grade levels if they’re in their rooms.”

I wish I could report that the check out went smoothly, but it didn’t.  You would have thought that World War III had started when I told the teachers that they could sign out of the office anytime after four o’clock.

The last teacher to be checked out was Ms Dancer.  When I walked into her room, she laughed, “Hank, I’m on an extended contract and have to work two more weeks.  I think it’s great that you’re standing up to these prima donnas.  They’ve been skating for far too long under Mr. Hamilton.  I hope you consider being the new principal.  We need someone in charge who cares about children and can work with the parents.”

“Ann, I enjoy working with children too much to want to be a principal.”

“Hank, you’re looking at this the wrong way.  If you were principal, you could work with 400+ young people and get some of these professionals, and I use the term loosely, to do a better job of providing the boys and girls a quality education.  I’m so glad that you somehow managed to get rid of Dailey.  He hasn’t done anything for past two years and the boys and girls from his class have really been falling behind the rest of the students.”

“Ann, why didn’t you tell anybody about that?”

“I tried to, but Hamilton told me to mind my own business.  Hank, did you know that Hamilton and Dailey have been shacking up for two years?”

“They what?  I guess I’ve had my head buried in the sand.”

Ann laughed, “Hank, it was because you were doing what you were being paid to do and not sitting around in the lounge like some of the other teachers.  You should have seen the two of them at the breakfast the other morning.  It was sickening.”

When I arrived at the office, I was confronted by Heather and her husband, Dan, and their two children.  Dan started on me, “Adler, we need to leave so we don’t miss our flight for our trip to Bermuda.”

“Wait just a minute. There are two problems here.  First, Heather has known for over a year that today was a work day, and she’s not going to be released until four o’clock, like the other teachers.  Secondly, if you’re as poor as she claims, then how can your afford to be going to Bermuda?”

Dan cocked his arm as if to punch me, “Go ahead, Mr. Football hero, punch me, and I’ll make sure that Heather is no longer employed in the district.  There are witnesses here who can attest that you attacked me.”

I looked at Gloria, “Please check the people out alphabetically.  Ms Dancer and Mrs. Kelly won’t be checking out today.”

I was getting ready to leave when Gloria came into the office, “Hank, you really do need to consider being the principal.  Most of these people have been resting on their past laurels for too long.  Now that Mr. Dailey is gone and I’m guessing Mrs. Sumter won’t be back, maybe you can get this school back to what it was when I first starting working here.”

When I arrived at the farm, it was apparent that Billy was watching for me.  I hadn’t even climbed out of the car and he was there.  “Dad, did you make that man change what he said?”

‘Billy, the man quit.  He didn’t change what he said.”

Billy looked as if he was going to cry, “But Dad, you promised.”

I handed Billy the copy of his report card and the note from Superintendent Brown, “Billy this is the best I could do.”

Billy looked at the copy of his report card and read what the Superintendent had written.  He hugged me and ran to Randy, who was coming out of the milk house, to show him.

“Daddy, look what Dad did.  He made the man who made those mean comments go away.”

I watched as Billy hugged his Dad.  We were joined by Bobby, “Dad, another pig had twelve more little pigs today.  We need to get some more food for the cows.  We’re just about out.”

“Guys, we need to go get ready to go to the party for Grandmother and Granddad Adler.  If we’re not there, Kenny and Blake would come and drag us there by our toenails.”

Bobby grinned, “Daddy took us to find a nice card for the Grandparents.”

When we arrived at Uncle Mark and Aunt Peggy’s house, there were cars parked on both sides of the street so I went to the school that was in the neighborhood and parked in the school’s parking lot.  As we were walking to the house, Bobby was holding my hand, “Dad, are all these cars here to celebrate Grandmother and Granddad’s whatever?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I guess so, we’ll soon find out.”

When we arrived at the house, there was a sign pointing to the back yard.  There was a huge gold and white canopy over the area.  We quickly lost Billy and Bobby to some young people.

There were two bars serving drinks.  Randy looked at me, “Hank, I don’t want anything with alcohol in it. I’m afraid that something bad might happen again.”

Uncle Mark approached us, “Hi guys, Mr. Pierson and his wife are here.  Please act as if you don’t know them.  Mrs. Pierson is a good friend of mothers.  Mr. Pierson is scared shitless that you are going to expose him.  Have a good time.  Make sure you talk to the grandparents; they’ve been bragging about Randy and his sons.”

When Uncle Mark left, Randy whispered, “Hank, I feel totally out of place, here.  Can we leave?  I should never have come.  I thought it was going to be a small party, not a big shindig.”

Before I could say anything, Dr. Brown approached us, “I take it that this is lazy Billy’s Dad?”

Randy tensed and I quickly intervened, “Randy, this is Superintendent Brown who wrote Billy the letter.  Dr. Brown, this is Randy Adler, and yes, he is the not so lazy Billy’s Dad.”

Dr, Brown stuck out his hand, “Randy, call me Rick since you aren’t involved in the school system.  Now, where is this lazy son of yours, I’d like to meet him?”

We walked over to Billy and Bobby. They were eating snacks with some other young people, including Emily and Caitlin.  When Billy saw us he asked, “Dads, Andy and Alan want to know if they can come to the farm?”

I nodded yes, “They certainly may come to farm, but they need to check with their parents before you make any plans.  I don’t think I know Andy and Alan’s parents.”

Dr. Brown chuckled, “Yes, you do.  These are our two youngest monsters.”

Andy, who looked to be about ten, looked at Dr. Brown, “Dad, that wasn’t nice.  Dad, can we go to Billy and Bobby’s farm to see their animals?  They each have a horse named after them?”

“Guys, we’ll need to discuss the idea with your Mother and see what arrangements we can make.”

I grinned, “Billy, this is the gentleman who wrote you the letter today.”

Billy jumped up and hugged, Dr. Brown, “Thank you for what you did, sir.”

As we were leaving the young people, Dr. Brown looked at me.  “Those two sons are why I want you to be the principal of Birchcrest.  We are going to be moving into a new house in a month and they will be attending Birchcrest.  They just finished a very rough year at Walnut Grove.  They both had terrible teachers.  Hank, you lucked out when you stayed to make sure that Billy and Bobby’s Dad picked them up.  I’ll talk to you later.”

That was just the beginning of a very interesting evening.”

To be continued...

Editor's Notes:  As always, E Walk has brought us another wonderful chapter.  Don't forget to check out E Walk's other wonderful stories.  I am sure you will enjoy them as well.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

Posted: 03/26/10